The chair was just big enough
for me to tuck my knees under my chin,
and curl like tired snail,
retreated in his tiny shell.
The seducing smell of fresh popcorn
or the annoying rustle of the candy coat –
nothing could disturb the perfect moment
of dreaming in front of the silver screen..
..until tender caress on my cheek woke me up.
Doctor Zhivago was long gone.
Maja S. Todorovic