I blink my eyes open and find myself lying down at the edge of a huge bed with two other women. They are both asleep. I hear a rustling and look up. A man sits on a chair by the bedside.
"What are you doing?", I ask.
"I'm watching you," he says.
"Have you been here long?" I ask.
"Been here awhile," he shrugs.
I sit up to look at him properly, since I'm straining my neck.
"There is a flower ... ", he starts tentatively, "I think that she has tamed me ..."
I perk up at the familiar line. I say nothing and he continues.
"I traveled through life and met a number of flowers, all roses, all beautiful. Yet I found myself telling each one ---
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."
And then it clicks.
"The Little Prince!", I exclaim. He smiles.
"Wherever I am, I look up at the stars and think: The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen," he finishes and looks at me.
I hear soft music playing. "Do you hear that?" I ask. He strains to listen.
... It's been so long / I don't know what to say / I've traveled 'round through deserts on my horse / But jokes aside / I wanna come back home / You know that night / I said I had to go / You said you'd meet me on the sunny road ...
I stand up.
"It's time, meet me on the sunny road", I whisper as I take a step towards him and look up to brave his eyes.
We stand just an inch apart, looking at each other, breathing ...
1, 2, 3 ...
We kiss.
I blink my eyes open and find myself lying on my bed, facing a blank wall.
"What are you doing?", I ask.
"I'm watching you," he says.
"Have you been here long?" I ask.
"Been here awhile," he shrugs.
I sit up to look at him properly, since I'm straining my neck.
"There is a flower ... ", he starts tentatively, "I think that she has tamed me ..."
I perk up at the familiar line. I say nothing and he continues.
"I traveled through life and met a number of flowers, all roses, all beautiful. Yet I found myself telling each one ---
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."
And then it clicks.
"The Little Prince!", I exclaim. He smiles.
"Wherever I am, I look up at the stars and think: The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen," he finishes and looks at me.
I hear soft music playing. "Do you hear that?" I ask. He strains to listen.
... It's been so long / I don't know what to say / I've traveled 'round through deserts on my horse / But jokes aside / I wanna come back home / You know that night / I said I had to go / You said you'd meet me on the sunny road ...
I stand up.
"It's time, meet me on the sunny road", I whisper as I take a step towards him and look up to brave his eyes.
We stand just an inch apart, looking at each other, breathing ...
1, 2, 3 ...
We kiss.
I blink my eyes open and find myself lying on my bed, facing a blank wall.
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