The little martian smiles gently at me
He sits on the green suede chair by the window, the Jamun tree casts a glow upon him in the 3 '0clock afternoon sunshine.
“You look okay,” he says softly, his eyes all light and twinkly
“That's high praise coming from you “
My little martian looks a little older, more worn around the edges, his smile lines have deepened, the creases beneath his eyes more pronounced.
He’s grown.
His usual jitteriness is nowhere to be seen, there is a strange agility about him, and a kind of happy calm emanates from his pores.
“You look alright yourself,”I say to him
He grins, popping the little green dimple on his left cheek as he smiles, “I met someone. “
My eyebrows dart up as I grin, “tell me more”
The little martian smiles that same soft, serene little Jedi smile he’s perfected over there the past couple of weeks and slowly shrugs his shoulders
the manic glitter that usually shines from his glistening eyes is nowhere to be seen, a sort of sated contentment clings to his being
it is strangely soothing.
The little martian smiles at me and pull his legs up onto his little chair, sitting crisscross apple sauce. He is either stoned or mushy as hell.
I prep for both. if its the former we're going to have the " not all green is good green " talk and if it's the latter we're going to have a very different conversation.
“I can’t explain it yet,” he says gently, his little eyes happy yet afraid
it's the little shard of fear in his eyes that clears it up for me.
“It's okay, I get it. “
The little martian looks back up at me, oddly grateful
His eyes widen as he slowly understands.
He gets that I get it.
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