What Time Is It In China?

What Time Is It In China?

When you go to sleep it makes me sad.
Why?
Because then I can’t talk to you.
I’m sorry.
That’s okay.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
I wish you were here.
I do too.
I wouldn’t mind you falling asleep if you were here.
I wouldn’t be sleeping if I was there..
What time is it in China?
Bedtime.
Oh yeah.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.

And the dreadful click clicked dreadfully. And he was gone.  And Priscilla was alone.  
Well, actually she was alone the entire time.
But she just didn’t have anyone to talk to anymore.
And she was tired too.
And she laid on her back.
And the lights were off, but she could still make out shapes.
And one shaped looked like a man.  Maybe it was him.  Maybe it was Blake.
But it wasn’t.  It was just a trick on her eyes from the dark.
She was alone.  Just like she always was.

Good morning. I hope you slept well.  I had coffee. I showered. I’m pretty tired.
Hi. Good morning.  Did you sleep well?
Yes.
I slept badly.
Why?
I wanted you to sleep with me.
I know.
“What time is it in China?”
Time to have breakfast. What are you eating?
I’m still in bed.
Well, get up sleepy head.
I’m going. I’m going. Geez. Let me sleep in a little over here in the U.S., huh?
I miss you.
I miss you too.

And she got up.
So he went about his day.
Because Blake always went about his day when Pricilla went running in the morning.
He wondered if she went running with her shirt on or off.
He started to think about her bra.
And then he continued to go about his day.

How’s the studying coming?
It’s going fine.  How was lunch?
Fine.  I’m reading a new book.  It’s good.
That’s good. What book?
What time is it in China?
Time to make some tea.
I like tea.
I know.
I wish I could make you tea too.
I know.
What kind will you drink?
Peppermint.

And nighttime came again.  She changed into clothes she wanted to fall asleep in.  
She wore lace because she thought he would like it.
But that didn’t really matter.
Because he wasn’t there.
And then he called.

Hey.
Hi.
I wanted to catch you before I fell asleep.
I’m almost ready to sleep too.
That’s good. Long day?
Of course it was. You weren’t there.
I know.
You know how they say that the moon and stars up in the sky are the same moon and stars that everyone sees?
Yes.
So the moon and the stars that I see from my window are the same moon and stars that you see?
Yes.
Well, I don’t care. 
What?
I don’t care if the moon and the stars that I see are the same ones that you see.
…Why not?
Because the moon and stars have nothing to do with you being here or not.
I guess so.
I don’t like the days without you.
It’s just a day closer to being with you.
It’s just another day without you.
Hey. There’s nothing we can do now.  We’re both doing the best we can.
That’s the frustrating part.
I only have a couple of more minutes.
Okay.
Let’s just enjoy now, okay?
What time is it in China?
It’s time to go to sleep.
Ok.
Ok. Well, sleep well.
I won’t.
I know, but try.
Good night.
Good night.

And Blake went to sleep.
He dreamed about binoculars.
And when he looked through them, he saw far away.
He saw all the way back home. 
Which was very far away from China.
Which is where he was sleeping and dreaming.
And at home, he saw Priscilla. 
And she was alone.
And he turned and adjusted the binoculars so he could see even further.
And so far did he see with these binoculars in his dream, that he saw past his home and into the future.
And in the future, he saw Priscilla.
And she was not alone.
She was with him.
Under the same moon and stars.
But those things in the sky didn’t really matter.
Because she was with him.
 

And while Blake was sleeping and dreaming the binocular dream that saw so far that it saw the future all the way from China, 
Priscilla was still awake.
She wasn’t going to sleep alone again.
She didn’t want to fall asleep alone.
So instead, she went into the garage.
She grabbed an old rusty shovel.
And then ran back to her bedroom to her closet.
And she slid open the door. 
And she started digging.
(She dug the hole in her closet so her mother wouldn’t see the hole and get upset.)
She took out the carpet.
The wood.
The concrete.
The cool dirt.
One big scoop after another.
She shoveled and shoveled away.
And she never stopped until the morning

Blake woke up.
He felt a warmth beside him.
He grew sad. 
He sometimes imagined feeling Priscilla sleeping next to him in the mornings.
He imagined her warmth.
This was no different.
Or was it?
Blake opened his eyes. 
He saw the an enormous hole in his bedroom floor.  
Dirt was spread out around the hole in small mountains.
A shovel laid on the ground.  
It looked as if a giant mole had dug a tunnel into his room...with the exception of the shovel.
He was breathing fast.  
He winced as he remembered when he had been worried about bed bugs.
He should have been worried about giant moles instead.
He felt something move on the other side of his bed.
He spun around.


A filthy giant animal covered in mud was in his bed with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But Blake caught his breath, and he looked closer at the creature.
Under layers of dirt and grime, he saw that it was his Priscilla.
Her eyes slowly opened and focused on him.
She rubbed her eyes. Dry dirt crumbled from the knuckles of her fingers.
She smiled up at him who was now sitting up in bed.

Good morning.
How did you get here?
Isn’t it obvious?
No!
I dug a hole to China.
From home?
Of course.
Oh.
I’m sorry I didn’t shower before getting into bed. I was so tired from all of the digging.
That’s okay.
Good.
I had a dream about binoculars.
Oh? Do tell.
I saw into the future. So it wasn’t actually possible.
Well, impossible things happen in dreams.
Yes, yes they do.   Priscilla?
Yes?
Am I still dreaming?
No, Blake. 
But you dug a hole to China.
Mmhmm.
And that’s impossible.
Is it? I didn’t seem to notice.
Well, that’s good. Now I can take you to try that corner cafe I was telling you about.  Priscilla?
Yes?
I don’t care about the moon and stars either.
You don’t?
No.
Blake?
Yes?
I don’t care what time it is in China anymore.

A Home with a View

A Home with a View

This is Me. This is Home.

This is Me. This is Home.