By Daniel R Schwartz
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I was writing in my journal, I was daydreaming about a boy with bright green eyes and olive skin, I was lying on my back and looking at the daisies on my ceiling. Their petals, outlined in blue, seemed to shimmer and blink. My mind soared and dipped. There were worlds spinning lazily through my head. I watched them come and go. The stairs creaked; my mother was on her way up. “Come on out,” she said, poking her head in through the door. She had been in the backyard, suntanning. Her nose and cheeks were already brown.
Everything about her was stiff, awkward. The way she smiled — her lips pulled back far into her cheeks, her mouth still closed — as if someone had come up to her and pushed her face into that position against her will. The way she shook hands, thrusting her forearm out in a broad, overeager jerk. The way she drew her shoulders back at the dinner table, trying to sit up straight, overcompensating so that her back arched and her chest pressed forward. The way she walked, like a marionette, in an attempt to move with a stride that conveyed assurance.
The stairs creaked; my mother was on her way up. “Come on out,” she said, poking her head in through the door. She had been in the backyard, suntanning. Her nose and cheeks were already brown. “It’s a beautiful day. ” She started out solicitous, but when I didn’t hop off the bed and hurry out the door, her voice turned clipped, agitated. “This is no way to spend a morning, alone like this, in your room. ” She clapped her hands together once, the way you would to get a distracted Escher’s Hands dog interested in coming.
Agrippa I: The Last King of Judaea (Texte und Studien zum antiken Judentum) by Daniel R Schwartz