The little Martian sits on my bright green bedspread, cross-legged, crisscross apple sauce.
Where have I heard that before?
The Martian knits a coaster, it's bright pink with shocks of neon orange.
He’s made three by now, their stitches keep falling and they look like a messy mass of wool.
But with each coaster that he knits, he gets this glowy little gleam in his eyes, like a little old lady on crack.
I drag my eyes back to my laptop screen, back to visa guidelines, and immigration documents.
Like a bird, I am migrating to finer pastures, unlike a bird I can’t seem to stop looking over my shoulder today.
Thwack
The Little Martian throws his knitting needle at me and it hits me square on the shoulder
“Cut the mellow crap. you haven’t come this far to only come this far. “
I show him the finger but nod, he is right.
This morning seems a little brighter than usual, the birds sing a little louder, and last night's dream hasn’t quite faded away.
“You’ve got that melodramatic expression again” mutters the Little Martian, he eyes me with suspicion, scared I might fall apart again
“I just - it's so strange to be so estranged. It's like a wicked game where no one knows the rules. .. I don’t want to play. I dont like games. "
The Little Martian heaves a little sigh.
“I know.”
“I know? “ now It's my turn to look at him all judgmental,
“Where are your profound words of wisdom? Your sardonic one-liners that make everything easier? “
The Little Martian shrugs.
“Endings are always sad. You can mask it in new shit or pretend you never gave a shit. But becoming strangers is sad. “
“What do I do? “
“You feel sad. But you keep looking forward. And one day, you will go a full day without looking back, and then another, and then another
until suddenly,
you’ll realize that you don’t feel like looking back anymore. “
"hmph."
I look visibly dissatisfied by his generalised answer.
"And till then? "
The martian grabs my phone , blares Def Leopard from my speakers and points to my laptop
" you work."
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