Dreams of Love and Fireflies by ollie

In late June, a spec of light floats on summer’s gusts. Flashes of light working towards hidden woods. As trees open and laughter is heard, two persons are in love and in secret. A boy of maybe 17 or 18 lying in the lap of a frail girl. She was stroking his beautiful black hair that was lightly rubbed with brown. He was talking about the stars and life and love and futures of lives to far away to really see. The girl 14 or 15 agreed to all his picturesque paragraphs. Listening to the weavings of his lavishing tones, she watched his lips curve and fly. She was a curvy girl with brown hair and lines where the sun had stayed to brighten her face. Stroking his hair, watching him speak, and the luminescent radiance of the moon….blurring.
The boy not noticing his motionless love, running and running to his points and visions. While the only things that are listening to his forethought are the insects casting their glows and shadows and a distant doll. Running on empty, he asks her, “Why do you love me”? The fireflies beeping with radiance and silence. He leans up, now realizing that her loving caressing had stopped. He shakes her, “What’s wrong? Are you all right? Please tell me, love! What’s the matter?”
Still unmoving and unable to remember anything else but the fireflies and the passionate boy, she is removed from her secret woods to a place of noise and sickness. As time persists, she lays there. Her love visited everyday for a month, caressing her hands, telling her about his life without her, how he missed her so. After the first day of August, she still lay immobile, but breathing. His last visit was that day. Only the light beeping and his whimpering monologue are heard as he tells her that he can’t stand being without her touch and love. He said that he is so lonely now. He then progresses to telling her that at his arrival at his new job, he met a co-worker that was finding him more “interesting” day by day. He tells her that he is sorry, “if you can hear me”, that he will always miss her and that when she does awake that he will be her friend and confidant but nothing more.
So now, a girl sleeping lays in her noisy, sick ridden home, wandering in the secret woods in her daze of fireflies and love that will last until she awakens.