I often see her in my dreams; She’s sitting down on the green freshly cut grass, legs crossed, biting nails, reading a book, what book? I don’t know. Hair is red, dyed, and braided like a crown, whatever girls call that style now-a-days.
She peers up at me and smiles, like she has something to tell me… a secret perhaps?
Her name is Kara; at least that’s what she tells me. She’s from Denver but decided to move her life to Canada, to the city of free health care and real bacon.
Her nails are freshly painted, a color of creamy teal, which matches her flowery green dress.
I feel like I’ve see her before, perhaps floating around in my mind of a girl I hope to meet one day. I tell her she looks like a girl I hope to meet one day and she says ‘you’ve already met her, I am right here.’
Have you ever felt love before? I ask her.
Love? I wish I did. I don’t think anyone ever does and if they did they don’t need to ask themselves.
Kara smells like spring, like a bed of flowers blossoming on a Saturday afternoon.
I wish there were more women like you, you just seem so at peace and relaxed.
Perhaps I seem this way because you want me too.
Her eyes are blue, her smile makes my heart feel blue.
She is something of a myth, I presume, something I always dream of dreaming and something I always dreamed of meeting. A myth wrapped up in a summer dress with a right kind of presence.
A girl that makes a guy go wild.
What are you reading?
I am not reading anymore, she giggles.
Her laugh, I recognize it from somewhere.
She unfolds her legs and puts the book down.
What’s your name sir?
I try to speak, my tongue feels heavy and my mouth is dry. I am too caught up in trying to remember who she is to really concentrate on giving my name.
My name is whatever you want it to be.
She gets up, brushes the grass off her dress and meets my eyes.
Who are you?
I already told you, I’m Kara.
The summer air dances around our bodies. I Grab her hand, our fingers intertwined.
She’s the dream girl; she’s the girl in my dreams, the one that dances between the fiction and non fiction.
Nice to meet you Kara.
Chelsea Wolfe is an American singer-songwriter from Sacramento, California. She is known for her “specific brand of drone-metal-art-folk”, characterized by experimental guitar playing, hazy vocals, and surreal soundscapes. Her song “Feral Love” was featured in the trailers for Game of Thrones season 4 and the television adaption of 12 Monkeys.