Daydreaming All my Girls
A daydream [/b]In my mind the doorbell rings. Lisette, 20 years no see - which is quite exactly half a life for this fellow - but totally normal that she’s there. I open the door and let her in. Strange that she hasn’t aged at all.Again the doorbell: Julia, my twin, of course, there she is, in baby blue today. Can’t even poor her a drink, the doorbell: Cindy, from Sweden, not a splitter of a surprise that she’s here, I just let her in and apparently speak Swedish now, in this dream. This goes...