You again

I was standing somewhere. I was breathing air mixed with ash and some mellow scent, mixed with dark brown wood and petal-shaped pieces of liner cloth. And then the other one came again. He must have sensed my tranquility. Always using my breath to breath. I exhaled, he inhaled. One bite of the sun and one of the smashed flowers under my shoes. I felt like a feeding machine, like a bottle of hot milk. He was not a baby anymore though. He was old enough to rule. But I am a fool, you know. He could even speak and say ‘Feed me more’. And I accepted, because I am a fool, because I can’t say no.  I imagined losing my senses underwater, I felt him drowning. Then I imagined jumping off a cliff and he crashed. I imagined losing myself and he stood there peacefully. ‘I am your yeses, can you say no?’