No school. It seems a lot like yesterday, and yet, school or no school, it’s today. The sun is out, though. It’s weak, but I can see it through a pane in the French door. I spot it curled up in the light blue clouds, with Blue beside me and my finger running over the sharp ridges of teeth that seem like mountain ranges inside my mouth. Single people get up late on Sundays because they don’t have anything to do, so I turn over and keep sleeping. This time I dream about my friend Davide. We’re riding bikes along a pier. Then a man shows up and says that bikes aren’t allowed on the pier, so we pedal harder, because if we pedal fast enough, we might lift off. Davide breaks away from earth first and begins to flutter like a butterfly. His mama sees us from far away and moves her arms like she’s swatting flies. “Come here, come here before you hurt yourself. You’ll burn if you stay out in the sun too long.” I pedal lots and lots but stay lower down. In my dream I dream of soaring up into the sky and turning in circles on my outstretched wings, with the seagulls, above all the houses and everything.
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