Marigold

I went to bed, hoping the next day never began. Toiled and troubled, those were to my end. I slept. And then I woke up. In the hallway, it was pretty bare. Silver with no gold, empty and cold. I went through the corridor and to the door. It was brown and warm, like a sunset bold. I pushed the door open, wanting to see. All that laid over before me. It was a field of marigolds, so bright. No night in sight for me eyes to see.

Something came over me, crawled through my skin. A joy that I knew no knowledge of, even with my kin. I jumped and leaped and screeched and scrawled. What was it, what was to be all? Joy. Wonder. Amazement. Those were my splendors. I went through the fields of marigolds, bright as old. I jumped over to the center of it all. How could I tell? Maybe I couldn’t at all.

He was there. I could tell. It was a he. He was there watching it all. My moves, amazing! My song, so soft! I heard his applause though he made no noise at all. He was a wind, maybe? A whisper...more likely. But I could tell he stood tall. He came over, invisible yet not and bowed low. I thought he would kiss my foot! He did not. Instead, he reached over to a petal. A little thing that he shone to the sky. Like magic, it was magic, it became a ring and he asked me to be his kin. I laughed so slightly, I was in a dream after all. But the eyes I couldn't see wouldn't let go of me at all. I took his ring and put in on my finger. He smiled so slightly, that wind demon kissed my finger. He said he was now mine forever and always a familiar friend, but you could summon him anyways.

I laughed, a familiar? A demon? Surely it was jest. But no jest in his eyes, just a zest. I told him I couldn't I was from another world! He told me I could, because he chose to be in my world. Thus I gave in and chose to dance with this entity. If I could look at looks, his would be deceiving. My friend and I danced, and joyously shuffled. He spun me in the air and gave me crowns of marigolds. I heard his wind howl, like some sort of laugh. I didn't care I just danced in his arms.

But alas, things could not be and I could not go. I did not want to go. He knew, but told me he would be back. That I should wait for him and we would dance again. So I opened my eyes and looked at my ceiling. I was back from that world and into my own. I turned towards the marigold sunlight and washed myself free, of all the misery of yesterday. I turned to my pillow and saw on the cover a single marigold. The wind demon had blew it over. My ring was gone, but he was still here. He told me to wait and so I laid in my bed.

But then I got up. But then I got dressed. And then my miseries had come to an end. My life was colored marigold and I was so happy. I forgot about my demon friend, yet sometimes I felt sappy. Until I saw him, a man? He looked like my demon friend and smiled to me again. He gave me the ring, that was carved into a marigold and said to me, "My, now we meet again?"