Unfinished Dream

Cherry and cyan, this exquisite shade, closest to what home is. And here a spiral, a light unwinding. This key, a well-rusted answer to the lock. The girl says Open, Close, in a language, so elegant. The boy says Close your eyes and imagine a place. She impresses him because she knows the password. Yes, yes, omg, the password, the unlocking. Get a little closer, says the boy, and she replies, Why isn’t the key shiny? The not-knowing is delicious. Then again, I could be wrong.