I haven’t updated this in awhile because I am working on my longer project, (I refuse to call it a novel) but trust me I am still working and writing. Another part that can stand alone I think.

-Wes

Photo by X.A. Medina (http://lepoet.tumblr.com/)

I closed the door behind Camilia and called my mother. She was her usual self. Telling me about the movies she went to go see, the latest interesting thing she heard about on NPR or the other interesting article she read in the New Yorker. The dog was good, although he didn’t like the heat and humidity of Chicago in the summer so much. I reassured her he was a dog and he was going to survive the summer like he had survived all the summers previous. She agreed. But oh, she almost forgot, I had a letter from Germany. From a Dani. My face flushed, I told her to open it and read it. I could hear her ripping the envelope. Germany? What was she doing there?

My mother read me the letter;

“Dear Wells,

I miss you. I’m sorry I left you, I just get freaked out I guess. You know, girl stuff. I am in Germany now. Victor (sorry :( ) and I and the rest of the band went on a little European tour and now are staying with a friend here in Berlin. Have you ever been to Berlin? It is beautiful. The summer is almost over here and the leaves are just starting to change. I always try and notice when exactly it is all the leaves change in the autumn but I always forget and when I remember again they have all changed already so I have to wait for the next year to try and catch them. It gets cold at night. Sometimes I wake up and feel the other side of the bed for you to keep me warm but you aren’t there. I get up instead and close the window and eventually fall asleep, usually dreaming of you with the blanket pulled over my head. Will you come to Berlin? I called the hotel but they said you checked out so I wrote you this letter and sent it to your mother’s address for it is the only one I know.”

xoxo

Dani”

My mother didn’t say much after. Just that Dani seemed like an odd girl. I ended the call with “I love you Mom” she replied, “Okay, talk to you soon.” Then the silence of the other line. I feel asleep soon after, dreams of unknown German streets surrounding a familiar girl. It wasn’t Dani, but it was. You know how dreams can be.