Jacket
One night in an tremendously big house, as I took the collar of her yellow jacket and pulled it towards me I realised in a split second how happy and excited I felt. I took a quick glance to the left and saw the red jacket I so beloved hanging all wet over some garage garbage. I realised she had to pick it up, but the picture of her sweet smile and scent did not came up to me.
As I kissed her lips, and pulled her collar even more towards me I almost fainted of excitement. Her bright yellow jacket shined as the sun on a Friday night summer sunset. I craved through my mind searching for a clue of reality as a got blinded by the colors of her attraction and jacket. We walked around the home, just as we had been together forever, though it had only been seconds. It was early, early in the morning as I set her off at her house pointing all my excitement towards a resume. She sat down on a seat in the front porch and took a moment to think. Then she suddenly said "Hey, we'll be going to the city by noon, you can come if you like". I had nothing to do besides crawling through my mind to find a glimpse of reality, so I walked down to the city as I waved her mother, grandma and sister goodbye. I walked along the streets, long and sinister streets along the canals, I just realised it was only ten thirty in the morning. The sun came up, it had this red glow. The only thing that could match this vivid red color was the red jacket hanging over some garbage in the big house. As the warm sun touched my black leather jacket I felt a sudden warmness and a glimpse of reality. My mind stumbled upon the guilt of breaking up with the girl. The girl who had the same colors as the red summer sun this morning, and her jacket.
It was just about noon as I stood before this big church, the streets were enlightened by the summer sun shining upon the world. I looked around and my eyes suddenly catched a vivid yellow color and as I turned around my heart felt intense. My whole body felt a sudden summer warmth, like I woke up next to the love of my life. She was walking with her long brown hair who seemed just retired from a velvet black color. She had black mysterious make-up on her eyes and the same vivid yellow jacket as yesterday. I took a moment to grasp on reality, but I think I failed and ran full of excitement to her and grasped her vivid yellow jacket and kissed her on the lips. I softly touched her upper lips with mine, I could feel her love and passion for life flowing through her lips into mine.
As I took her hand we walked down the same sinister streets i’ve crossed this morning, though the streets felt warm and so did my life. We walked for hours, just talking about life and last night. Every second I could feel her love for me and now and then we stopped walking so I could grasp her yellow jacket and kiss her very softly on the lips. She was a little taller than me and she wore those white blue sneakers which seemed almost brand new, her smile was significant and almost indescribable.
While we walked what felt like walking into the horizon, into the vivid bright afternoon sun we got into a drugstore. She wanted some chocolate and a bottle of French Rose with a picture of a burlesque dancer on it, I took the items up to the cashier and paid. We started walking towards a little beach, towards the vivid bright sunlight.
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We sat down on some rocks next to a small beach where the one half was sand and the other grass, a perfectly green and trimmed down grass. She took off the cap from the bottle of Rose and took a long nip, then she laid it down in between the rocks into the water to cool it a little. She turned over to me, her eyes glittered in the sun and you could see the bright light on her soft and silky skin. She smiled, I could feel the love emitting from her smile, she laid her hand on my leg and with the other she took the bottle and gave it to me “Here have a sip” I took a long sip just like she did, man that felt even more perfect... perfection upon perfection where the groundings are unknown. I kissed her lips and asked her if she liked this, her eyes fell downwards and she smiled a little sarcastic. “How can this be anything else than perfect?” she said, I laughed in the same way she did and we shared the rest of the bottle of wine with the burlesque dancer stamped on it, leaving just a trace of the warmth we used to share together.
The next morning I got woken up by the stunning warmth of the summer noon, the furious heat and light who both burned my eyes and skin. I turned around trying to flee from the light, next to my bed there was a bottle, a bottle with a half flushed off label and a pink red stain.
My head burned throughout the minutes I was trying to evade the feeling of being woken up. No glimpse of whatsoever, no love, no life, no reality. Just my own lonely space where no such thing as a clear image survived the bright daylight of the summer noon. The summer is just like the warmth of her real love as she emits it. Through her warm words she spreads out the words of love, of passion and kindness. But right now the only thing that warmth does to me is like bathing in hatred and delusion.
I pick up the bottle and take the last sip, as I gulp down the last evidence of the pink stain I smell the scent of the open waters of freedom in which this bottle was once cooled, in which this bottle once lied.
