I was riding my shopping cart
in the woods, wearing my favorite color, red. The phone rang.
It was you, “yes, yes, I’m coming”. Along
the way I met them again and again, they where so familiar,
like me dressed in red. I wanted to take her apple but it was
too big. The woods become darker. I could hear the wolf but
I wasn’t scared. I was much more afraid of arriving to
meet you.