ORion

B.Loza, 10th- Livermore, CA
Lying on the cold floor was surprisingly comfortable compared to the living hell the last few months had been. All seemed chaotic until I fell into a dark limbo where stars were the only light source. Sometimes a hazy dream feels more like a comforting memory of the future that makes you long for that reality. In a blink of an eye, my whole world changed and all I could see was the dim single light bulb hanging from the concrete ceiling. Once I got to my knees my conscience could once again feed my crippling thoughts. In a faraway land, in which time and day has no meaning, I found myself in some type of dark and cave-like facility. There were two upwards glass and almost dystopian cases before me. In one of the delicate cases was a boy around my age.

One look and I was struck by something so intangible and unexplainable like an electric charge. He was beautiful not necessarily in the physical sense, but the mystic air dancing around made me feel intrigued. He seemed so familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. After breaking away from the static tranz that I found myself in, I took a glance at the neighboring case that seemed to house a boy named Joey that I had meant in real life. I felt a bit unsettled by this fact and after a bitter second, my attention was fully turned to the unfamiliar boy that had distinctive brown curls. He looked of Jewish descent, and his skin was almost majestic. His eyelids were shut and decorated with curved long eyelashes that reflected the light coming from the single light bulb. Perhaps the most captivating physical attributes he possessed were a pair of dark chocolate and transparent black eyes.

A true blessing to stare into those eyes and get lost in their stars and constellations. As if by nature, my handset out to reach him, and in a spin of a coin reality disappeared. We were transported together to poverty-ruled land with many relative faces of my cousins, Aunts, and children that I could not pinpoint. Conversation between us flowed easily in a dialect of half words and half telepathy. We laughed a thousand times, teased each other a million times, and had verbal connections a billion times. The exact words are completely insignificant, but the way those words made us feel was life-changing in every sense. I picked a name for that special wacky boy, Orion. Just like the extraordinary constellations that guard us against above, he was an experience. He was my soulmate.