Harmonica

I’ve been spending too much time on X.

I dreamt of Elon Musk.

I was a girl. We sat together in what looked like an open train.

No words, our eyes talked. Neither romantic nor filial.

He’s so tall.

I looked up to him as he wrapped his right arm around me.

Then he started playing music… with parts of his face.

I had childlike wonder on my face.

He smiled lightly and brought out something about as wide as his mouth, a harmonica.

One after the other, parts of his face popped and played music – his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his forehead.

I laid my head on his chest as the train kept moving forward, the cool breeze brushing on my cheeks.

I was safe.

Then I awakened.