By Ran Walker
Alexander awakens on the ceiling each morning, his face pocked and flecked with pieces of the popcorn surface. He has to push himself down to his empty bed. This is what happens when he dreams of her. His body fills with love, like a balloon filling with helium, and he rises, the covers unable to contain or restrain him. He floats until he is unable to go any higher, and like that balloon, he dances along the surface of the ceiling each night, not wanting to dream of her, but unable to stop, wondering hopelessly if she’s doing the same.