Dream of alternative spelling

I see a man atop a mesa at sunrise.

I laugh as I have the thought: I know him.

Everything is bathed in ruddy red and sunlit pink.

I can see for miles despite being at a low elevation.

Looking back at the man, I see him hold up two configurations of stick bundles.

They form the two letters that sound like my first name.

I think: I shall climb up.

Having the thought, I immediately arrive at his side, atop the mesa.

This is a dream: I say.

The last time you met me here, you slapped me hard and kissed me harder: he said.

I feel embarrassed. I do not remember this.

Do you remember my name?: he asks.

I remember your first and middle name. I remember you refusing to tell me your last name: I say.

Guess it: he says smiling.

Keyes: I conjecture.

Closer. Keynes.: he said.

Almost like the mathematician. Like keening me up: I think.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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