Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me
To another world
And we rely on each other
Ah-ah
From one lover to another
Ah-ah
Dennis woke up to the sound of mom’s radio and her sewing machine working its way through fabric, probably to become new curtains or something of the sort for one of her customers. Mom worked two days a week at the home for elderly people in the village. Her sewing services were a way to make rent, or almost in any case. And mom had always loved to sew.
Dennis stared at the ceiling. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.
He turned around to grab the Book. Gone. No book.
He sat up straight in his bed. He had put it on the little table next to his bed, hadn’t he? He flew out of bed and started looking everywhere. Under the bed. Under his clothes. Nothing…unless?
“MOOOOOOM!!!”
He barged out of his room and into the kitchen now serving as a tailoring studio. His voice was very low and stars were shooting out of his eyes.
“Where is the book.”
Mom continued sewing.
Dennis pulled the plug out of its socket and the machine silenced.
Mom sighed, cheeks burning red.
“The book is gone.”
“WHAT?? How could you do that mom?? I LOVE that book. It’s like the only good thing that has ever happened to me mom??
All the colour had disappeared from his face. Disbelief. Abandonment.
“That book is NOT good for you Dennis. You have been acting weird ever since you got it and I will NOT have it to be called to school because of reckless and aggressive behavior.”
All the words, the fire and the entire story about this friendship that was healing and fun, just froze within him. Dennis looked at his mother as if she were a stranger. So far away from him. How could she not see the beauty of the Book and the changes taking place within him? He had never felt more alone in his life. What was the point of trying to say anything about this?
Something fell still. He turned around and went to his room. Put on clothes. Left. Walked. Walked. Walked.
He didn’t want to go home but had nowhere to go, so he finally turned back home and fell into a cold, wet pile on his bed and fell asleep immediately.
He fell in his dream
fell
through the sky
thinking
I will die now
but landed
on something big and leathery.
He was on the back of the Pink Dragon and she spoke to him directly in his mind.
‘Dennissssssssss
I am Valva
A Rose pink Dragon
Lisssssssssten to me…
Our connection was triggered by the Book – for you, that is. I was always at your side, long before you started longing for me.
Our connection is real. You don’t need the book to be close to me.
Forgive your mother. One day she will underssssssssstand.
I will come to you in your dream and every time you need me.’
They flew above the clouds, then lower. Dennis could see land but did not recognize anything.
‘Thissssssss is another dimension.
Open your heart for it. Open your heart for me.’
The frozen despair in his chest started melting, dripped right out onto Valva’s wings and sprayed like rainbow glitters through the sky.
He put his head down and held tight.
This was the only thing that mattered.
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