Monday, June 9

I was waiting for my friend Luisa. We were supposed to hang out. I'd try calling her and texting her but she hadn't responded. I'd decided I'd just drive over to her house, sit outside, and wait. So I did.

I had no clue where she was.

Soon enough, a horse approached me. He looked at me for a bit, walked away, and then walked towards me again. This time he spoke.
"Why haven't you told them you love them?" he asked me.
I was absolutely amazed at the fact that the horse could speak. I'd never seen a speaking horse.
And he was referring to both Luisa and her brother. The horse wanted me to tell them how I felt.
The door opened and Luisa appeared. The horse immediately stopped talking and gave me a look as to suggest "don't you dare tell her I talk."

Luisa said that she'd moved the party to later that night. Nobody was coming over as early as I was. She looked depressed and lacked energy. I said that was fine, that I'd go home. Except I didn't. I just sat around until Luisa got tired and headed upstairs.

I was about to go home when Rosalia showed up. She'd hang out with me until it was time for the party. We went out to the front of the house and sat on a little wall that faced the ocean. I could see the water and I could see the houses on the other side of the water. Charlene's' house was there.

I'd always considered her house so mysterious. When I drove by, at the bottom of the cliff, all I could usually see was the top of her house and the hedge around it. From where Rosalia and I were sitting we could see all of her house. It was a very pretty house.

We walked down the cliff and into the hallways that connected all the houses in the neighborhood into one big house. I realized they weren't separate houses but rather one single house. There was a kitchen down there and doors and bathrooms. It was my grandmother's house, I realized. The one I'd lived in from age 4 to 8.

I ran into Juan (Luisa's brother) in what used to be my mother's bedroom. I told him as much. He nodded in approval. The party Luisa was throwing was because he was moving out of the country. She was thinking about moving too.

At the gym, I realized, we'd always have ellipticals next to each other. We'd always see each other, no matter where people moved.

I laid in bed and looked at the ceiling. I could feel a person's head against my shoulder. Everything was going to be just fine.