99 Red Beatrices
Beatrice turned on the boom box in her bedroom. ‘99 Red Balloons’ was playing. She collapsed on her bunk bed when she realized Barb Benson was singing the song.
"Everyone’s a super hero, everyone’s a Captain Kirk." the lyrics mystically informed the young girl.
Barb was trying to tell her something from beyond the grave. After hearing the soft voice of a woman talking to her in the closet, Beatrice started to piece together the parts of a puzzle. Barb Benson was never real, she was only an illusion, and imaginary friend invented by the budding lesbian. She never let her friend go. Beatrice first met her imaginary friend Barb behind the refrigerator in the kitchen when she was only 4. Beatrice was growing up and putting aside childish things.
Beatrice had always had imaginary friends, but they never really spoke to her with a voice– their communication had always been telepathic. But Beatrice knew the voice of the woman singing ‘99 Red Balloons’ like she knew her own.
The music was capturing Beatrice’s imagination. She was no longer simply able to turn her thoughts to just listening to the music on the radio. She became the music on the radio. She felt herself being pulled away from her body lying on the bed. She tried to wake up, but felt as though something was holding her down. She tried to scream, but something was holding her mouth shut. Eventually she grew tired, let go, and advanced further into dream land.
The soft voice of the woman singing the song was calling her. Like a lullaby putting to ease the heart of a troubled infant, Beatrice floated away into her subconscious, like a single red balloon in the summer sky.
Balloons were every where in the sky now. They were all floating together, upwards towards the warm summer sun. But Beatrice suddenly remembered she was not a balloon when the song changed on WIKZ 95 FM.
"I will have you, yes I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you-- like a butterfly, a wild butterfly, I will collect and capture you. You are an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep me?" asked the voice of a male overshadowing the pleasant thoughts in Beatrice’s Christmas dream.
The balloons started to burst. Beatrice, fully aware that she was dreaming turned herself into a turtle dove and flew back to her bedroom in Three Springs, PA.
"Everyone’s a super hero, everyone’s a Captain Kirk." the lyrics mystically informed the young girl.
Barb was trying to tell her something from beyond the grave. After hearing the soft voice of a woman talking to her in the closet, Beatrice started to piece together the parts of a puzzle. Barb Benson was never real, she was only an illusion, and imaginary friend invented by the budding lesbian. She never let her friend go. Beatrice first met her imaginary friend Barb behind the refrigerator in the kitchen when she was only 4. Beatrice was growing up and putting aside childish things.
Beatrice had always had imaginary friends, but they never really spoke to her with a voice– their communication had always been telepathic. But Beatrice knew the voice of the woman singing ‘99 Red Balloons’ like she knew her own.
The music was capturing Beatrice’s imagination. She was no longer simply able to turn her thoughts to just listening to the music on the radio. She became the music on the radio. She felt herself being pulled away from her body lying on the bed. She tried to wake up, but felt as though something was holding her down. She tried to scream, but something was holding her mouth shut. Eventually she grew tired, let go, and advanced further into dream land.
The soft voice of the woman singing the song was calling her. Like a lullaby putting to ease the heart of a troubled infant, Beatrice floated away into her subconscious, like a single red balloon in the summer sky.
Balloons were every where in the sky now. They were all floating together, upwards towards the warm summer sun. But Beatrice suddenly remembered she was not a balloon when the song changed on WIKZ 95 FM.
"I will have you, yes I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you-- like a butterfly, a wild butterfly, I will collect and capture you. You are an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep me?" asked the voice of a male overshadowing the pleasant thoughts in Beatrice’s Christmas dream.
The balloons started to burst. Beatrice, fully aware that she was dreaming turned herself into a turtle dove and flew back to her bedroom in Three Springs, PA.
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