Better than any honey. Or chocolate, or caramel, or hazelnut, or chocolate mousse, or any sweet thing on the market. And as for this marshmallow – it wasn’t a marshmallow but even softer, and it actually tasted healthy and wonderful at the same time.
“It is the best one, isn’t it?” he says and points at my cup with a chuckle. I continue to chew the handle, and as I begin to finish, I try to eat at a prolonged rate.
I nod, and say “Yes.”
I’ve actually forgotten that he is here for a reason, as if he belonged here and that I just realized that, but then he suddenly gets to the point.
“You really don’t know why I am here, do you?”
He smiles like before, but as I look at him, I see that something worries him, and it floats slowly out from his eyes, enough for me to pick it up and to see that something is wrong.
I do, however, not say anything about that. I can’t, because the words I want to say are stuck in my mouth, under my tongue, below the amazement of how profoundly real this feels.
I only manage to shake my head, and add “No?”
He stands up and walks to the window. Looking out to the stars.
“Do you know who I am?”
I shake my head again, but as he is standing there with his gaze to the stars, I add a new “No.”
“I want to show you something,” he then answers, and before I get to ask him about anything at all – he walks out of the cozy living room, out to my Fence of Memory, and besides it all the way to one of the ends. I look up to the building standing there, tall above us. The Dome is of silver and it reflects back the sparkles from the stars this evening.
“The Observatory”, I whisper as I follow him inside.
Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 3