dream f
We live in a small wooden house on a hillside, selling things and saving our money in a two foot tall glass man. Our dollhouse is inhabited by a figurine of my sister, a palmsized circle of quilt and a man. I do not have dollhouse figurine or a name.
We live here together for a long time. One day she tells me she is in love and growing. She says he moves his head when he speaks and she used to call him a little bitch when he did this but not anymore. She is moving into his house. Through my eyes I say "cuddle me in the grass before you go." She does.
She leaves and takes her few belongings, the dollhouse and the mini manifestation of her dream. We split the glass man money in half. She tells me to come visit. I run away for a while. I wail and my teeth hurt. I know the neighbor is going to tear apart our house once my sister is gone. And I lay in my home as they take it down panel by panel. Free and finally having something to convey.
I am brave and go to my sister's home, a white gourd house with a red roof. Her and the boy are cuddling in bed and fit so well together. I am happy for my sister.
She tells me to speak in front of this new person. I do and he is scared. My sister tells me I should be free rather than misunderstood. I climb down nonsensical stairs.
Years pass and my sister and her boy die together and remain the same age forever. And so do I.
Later again, when I return, the boy is gone. My sister is okay but cagey. She tells me it's so weird that I don't have a name or a figurine. I show her the roof of my mouth. This is my shape.
We have time living together again.
Eventually she goes too. And I am alone alone. And I poke holes in her house which is now tissue paper thin. And find a plate with our names painted on it. Her name I recognize far more than my own, I wonder if it is the first time it is portrayed, that my sister was the one to capture me. Too soon I'm climbing down the nonsensical stairs named with no one to call me it, missing my best friend sister.