{"id":986,"date":"2016-04-15T11:54:04","date_gmt":"2016-04-15T16:54:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/?p=986"},"modified":"2018-08-30T19:00:48","modified_gmt":"2018-08-31T00:00:48","slug":"winterly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/winterly\/","title":{"rendered":"Winterly"},"content":{"rendered":"

My wife, her best friend, and I decide to drop acid for the first time.<\/p>\n

We lay back on the couch and each of us take the squishy pink pill and chew slowly.<\/p>\n

I only eat half of mine. I\u2019m worried about what might happen if I take a whole one.<\/p>\n

In time, I stand up and feel my balance shift and sway like I\u2019m on a boat.<\/p>\n

There are stars, drifting in the air right in front of me \u2014 like dust motes. I wave my hand and watch them scatter and dance.<\/p>\n

My wife has fallen asleep. So her friend and I decide to go outside and let her rest.<\/p>\n

We walk, talking of little things that I no longer remember.<\/p>\n

When I look over to her, she is no longer who I thought she was. She has become an actress that I know well from movies in the 80\u2019s and 90\u2019s.<\/p>\n

I note that this is odd but I am distracted by the little village we\u2019re walking through and I say, with some excitement, \u201cI need to remember this so I can include it in the book I\u2019m writing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Yeah, you should.\u201d Her voice is wry and I realize that\u2019s why she brought me here.<\/p>\n

We go into one of the little stucco bungalows. It is dark inside, Spanish tile floors and deep red wall hangings. Little faux candles flickering in wright iron wall sconces.<\/p>\n

I feel a little self-conscious being with her. People are coming up to her and asking for her autograph. One woman, bursts into tears when she recognizes her. \u201cIs it really you?\u201d<\/p>\n

My companion takes it all in stride, gracious and kind and gentle with each of them. She gives the crying woman a hug and the woman\u2019s handbag falls open, spilling out onto the dark tile floor.<\/p>\n

I stoop and collect the scattered items. I don\u2019t remember much of what was there. A wallet, I think \u2014 pale leather with a gold clasp. But I do remember the handful of jelly beans, picking them up one by one.<\/p>\n

I also remember feeling the actress\u2019 approving gaze on me. And I\u2019m a little proud of myself for being chivalrous.<\/p>\n

When we go back outside, the actress inspects a little scrap of paper the crying woman gave her and says something I don\u2019t quite understand about pie.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>How sweet,\u201d she says. \u201cShe said I can have it on my wheels.\u201d<\/p>\n

I realize it\u2019s a joke. Not \u201cpie\u201d but \u201cPi\u201d \u2014 there\u2019s a bicycle there, leaning against a low concrete wall.<\/p>\n

As she swings her leg over the seat of the bike, I ask the actress if it\u2019s hard having all those people know who she is?<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Who do you think that I am?\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m flustered for a moment. There is a frankness in her manner and I\u2019m embarrassed by it.<\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Uh, you\u2019re my wife\u2019s best friend?\u201d I say, faltering at the end as I start to realize...<\/p>\n

She gives me a pitying, kind look. She steps off the bike and comes back to me. Placing her hands on my chest, she stands up on tiptoe to kiss me.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a light kiss, brief and gentle. The kiss of a sister or something an old flame would give you, long after your time together.<\/p>\n

And then she is gone... Away on her bicycle I suppose. I\u2019m not sure because I\u2019ve woken up, wondering why I would have a dream about Winona Ryder of all people.<\/p>\n

Then I realize who it really was.<\/p>\n

It hits me like a blow... but the thought is surprisingly comforting.<\/p>\n

\"Winterly\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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