Unborn sister
Dream and Bubble is you
Sometimes I imagine that she is my twin sister in blood, that we might be identical sisters in another parallel time, that we could hold each other close at every moment of crying, that we could be honest with each other, that we would carry the same responsibilities for each other, that we would not extend malicious tentacles to each other, that we would be all kind, closer than mother and daughter, closer than than mother and daughter, than lovers, than all intimacy.
As an only child, I used to imagine that I had a sister when I was a child and would wish for a living person without any reason from my mother, perhaps because my parents were always busy with social engagements and all I had at home was furniture and appliances that I named and a black and white bear. I think if I had a sister, then we could play with play-dough, Barbie dolls and seesaws together.
