Marshmallows

[it will all happen next summer]

Once when i walk past your courtyard and your parents will somehow not be there, you will see me from inside and suggest to 'come on in'.

there's no doubt for you that i'll enter. of course i'll do - i'll have been waiting for that so long a time!

the first thing i will be going to see is your sky-blue T-shirt (the only one thing that seems more blue than your funky eyes). and in your suntanned hands you will be holding a big pack of marshmallows.

you'll say:
'here i got some stuff to eat, i'm sorry there's nothing more in this fucking house cuz i'm all alone and don't have any money left so..'

'it's okay, i'll reply, - you better go and make a fire'

'make a what?'

'a fire. yes, i really mean that - if you wanna ask me. we should have a good fire if we're gonna eat good marshmallows,' i'll say.

you won't say anything more - just will you go and bring some firewood and a lighter. it will take you about eight minutes to make the fucking fire but when you manage with it you'll have that very special look on your face as if you'll have been doing everything not more than a few seconds.

then you'll sit down on the bench i'll be sitting on and begin to string marshmallows to some sticks you'll find around, and i - i will be stringing you with my sarcastic jokes which may not seem as funny to you as they do to the others, anyway i won't care.

after you luckily string the last marshmallow to the last piece of stick - we'll burn them all in a moment.

and that will be my most amazing day during some two months of summer holidays. not the fact of eating burnt marshmallows in the courtyard like truly Americans do will make me smile but only the fact of you and me being together.. over and over again. :)