I don’t need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don’t need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For sleeping or waking, dear, I find
The very thought of you
And I forget to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do
I’m living in a kind of daydream
I’m happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To me that’s everything
The mere idea of you
The longing I hear for you
You’ll never know
How slow the moments go
Till I’m near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It’s just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love
He had a superpower that no one knew about and he was happy to keep it that way. Whenever he missed someone, he could conjure that person up and converse with them in his bedroom.
At first, he limited it to loved ones who had died, like his Ah Mah who took care of him. Ah Mah had always doted on him so she didn’t mind being hauled up from another dimension, though she did nag a little.
“Aiyoh, boy ah, you so big already need to stand on your own two feet ok? Ah Mah cannot always be there for you, you know?” she’d mutter while stroking his cheek.
But lately, he’d discovered he could get people who were alive to come to his bedroom if they were in a deep sleep. He knew because in the wee hours of the morning, he’d call upon Nellly Lee, his favourite actress in the whole wide world a few times a week.
“Wow, this place feels so déjà vu, I’m so sure I’ve been here before,” Nelly would always mutter as she frantically scanned his bedroom. She’d then get a start because she would see him sitting by his bed, and then she would stick her finger out at him.
“You! I know you! I’ve seen you before in my other nightmares before right? Crap, I really need to change those sleeping meds.”
He also knew why she was able to nab all those Best Actress awards for her convincing crying scenes – it’s because she loved crying in real (dream) life as well.
Though he’d ideally would have liked a more two-way conversation between them, Nelly appeared to have a lot of baggage to unload and so he pretended to listened to her most of the time. She was pretty even when she cried.
He became quite fond of being personal pals with Nelly (in Sleepyland), so he became a little concerned when she didn’t appear for a few nights. Imagine his horror when he read in the papers later that Nelly Lee had attempted suicide by overdosing on strong sleeping pills and was now in a coma. Her psychiatrist, who was paid a ton of money by the newspapers to spill the beans, reported that Nelly had been complaining of repetitive dreams with a sad boy and his pet dragon, and suspected acute schizophrenia.
“When Nelly wakes up, and I’m sure she will for her fans, we will begin intensive therapy right away to ensure she will be in time to receive her award for Most Well-Loved Actress,” the report had said.
Oh no oh no, oh no, this is all my fault, he thought to himself. Later that night, he thought as hard as possible of Nelly, and she appeared with seaweed in her hair looking unusually unkempt.
“Nelly!” he cried. “Where have you been?”
She looked at him and smiled.
“Can I stay here with you forever? That way, we’ll be together all the time!”
For the first time in his life, he wished a woman wouldn’t pay so much attention to him.