There was a dragon, I remember, but he was somewhere that was always far away.
And we were in a swamp, this boy and I, and in the middle of the swamp was an old house. Full of people I knew but did not recognize, wearing black robes. They had red lips and cold eyes, and kept praying in a language that was just on the edge of making sense to me.
But this boy and I (he had longish blonde hair and was very pretty like a doll) kept running up and down the staircase in this house, maybe because at every floor there were more of these people praying through red red lips...every time the boy (who had china-blue doll eyes and warm hands with silver rings) would cach me at the top or bottom of this staircase he would kiss me, and the kiss made me think of the dragon, who I knew was somewhere, but was very far away.