Out of the boldness I had acquired from this crazy day, or out of pure endearment (I’m not sure which), I kissed him. At first, it was small and gentle, as if I were kissing my grandmother. But soon, it became that of a lover’s first kiss. Casimir’s lips were not chapped, nor were they too wet. For one magical moment, the rest of the world wasn’t there. It was just me and the residing dreams. Casimir was one of those dreams.
I wonder if Essie had seen, or even if she was still there. But after Casimir and I parted from each other, everything was back to normal. The bees were still buzzing, the birds were still singing, and the rainbow was still in the sky. I bid the handsome boy farewell one last time, and I waved until I could no longer see him.