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from that
world, because I could see how it gradually drove me away from her,
and her father as well. The writer was worried. More and more often
he stood beside her bed, and he rarely wrote. There was no time for
writing. He was trying to transfer his love to Rosa, to support her
in her dream.
    They say that people sleep because
their spirit is looking for a rest after long, tiring days. But if
this was true, then Rosa‘s spirit was not only looking for a rest,
it was looking for freedom. What the writer was doing every day was
trying to inspire her soul with peace and love.

    Every morning I impatiently climbed to
the windowsill in Rosa’s room. I opened the shutters wide and met
the rise of the day, my breath held. And when the sun rose from the
somber fields beyond, it touched Rosa’s eyes, kissed her nose,
stroked her with its warm hand, and woke her up from the dream. She
gazed at the sunrise and started to daydream of those wonderful
places the sun had touched during the night, when it was on the
other side of the world.
    “ Mercutio, let’s travel
the world together,” she suggested sometimes. I readily agreed,
because I wanted to see the world very much.
    Every time the boiling sphere stood
high in the sky yet hidden from us, I used to bring different
flowers to Rosa in flower pots. In fact, it was the writer who
brought them and put them on the windowsill, but the idea was mine.
I chose them, because I knew very well which ones were her favorite
plants. She loved sunflowers most, because they reminded her of the
sun and kept the sun’s warm breath on their surface for a long
time.

XII .

    The Day When Everything
Changed…
    It was a summer evening, the time when
bird couples had already gone to bed in their nests and the moon
hadn’t yet dropped her white yarn over the city. That night, it was
as if everything had stopped to take a breath. Rosa was sleeping,
breathing imperceptibly. The writer was watching over her as usual,
his head leaned against his hand. His hair was scattered, and his
look said his mind had drifted away.
    I cuddled in his hands, on his chest.
The air was still and dry, and we could hardly breathe. Paul petted
me when I twitched, and that calmed me down. I peeped through his
hands toward Rosa. She was still sleeping.
    “ Mercutio, someday we will
all disperse around the world just as the leaves do in the autumn,”
he told me, feeling that I was restless. “Parts of us will be put
in every living creature, thus contributing to its beauty. Rosa
will also be part of this magic. She will be part of
eternity.”
    His words made me think. I jumped on
Rosa’s bed and whispered to her, “Your real story is just about to
begin.”
    Her fingers quivered. An unknown
calmness came over me. And as if an invisible guest settled down
between us came the dense energy of love. I started to talk to her
about that—about love.
    The fairy tale that I told Rosa was
about the prince with the beautiful blue eyes, because in my dream
I was that prince and Rosa was the princess of his dreams. That is
to say, of my dreams.
    “ A long time ago, three
troll women as dark as tar threw the prince’s beloved into faraway
worlds where no man could reach her. Their eyes were big and black,
and their noses looked like snouts. They envied the beauty of the
princess, and turned her into an invisible spirit. She roamed here
and there; she was confused and alone, and couldn’t find the way
back home.
    “ But one day, she was
called upon in the dream of the prince. She didn’t know how she got
there, but soon she found out that the prince was longing for her
so much that he had called her unconsciously, with his thoughts.
They hugged and cried, because they were happy to be together
again. They held each other and talked so much that they didn‘t
notice nine years had passed. The kingdom of the prince had changed
a lot during that time. The country had become deserted without the
king and queen, who had died of