Véronique

by Igga Fitzsimons | Quantum Satis

Soon, it will fade away and become meaningless. However, as long as the echo of the Universe runs through my head, I can pen the thoughts of the dreamer. Not without heartbreak, for when I am disenchanted, the best friend I have ever had will turn to sleepy dust.

After awakening and as I wash my face in the bathroom sink, I'll sense a strange tickle of bliss between my fingers. Minutes later, I will shake it off with coffee and an apricot marmalade toast. What will happen next, I wouldn't know. Unless a déjà rêvé whispers in my ear the name of my dearest friend, and for God's sake, I hope I have ears to hear.

Véronique is the name that I wish to remember. I will know what to do if I ever find it in the haystack of my subconscious. I'll pack a pair of jeans and some t-shirts, socks, a sweater, and a jacket, without forgetting underwear and swim trunks. If the calendar year is close to China, I'll head for China. If it's B.C., I'll land in Martinique. Oh Véronique, will you know my name as I say "Bonjour"? Will you? What if I pinch you on the arm and tell you how spiders bite?

I can only imagine the magic of our earthly life as we sail the world eternally in love. Money from dreamland and a home in every place we've ever dreamed of. But I cannot betray the souls who are predestined to choose you before I did. That's why, instead of meeting you in China or the Caribbean, I'll be watching you. Don't worry, we'll meet soon in Ecuador.

You will be a beautiful mother, and I will be a beautiful traveler. I'll be smoking on the balcony of Marcos' bar, and you'll come to me and ask me for a light. I will think carefully about my words before I ask you what you are doing in that part of the world, and I will have another chance to see the most beautiful smile in the world for the first time.

And the rest of this story is our secret, Véronique. And the rest of this dream remains my dream with you.