Too Good at Dreaming by Bogdan Dragos

A young hungry boy holding an empty bowl up and close to his face
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the maggots are never


even though they

live in


their whiteness


immaculate somehow

They reach out and


wiggling from the

rotten flesh. Either

searching for

the meaning of


or offering an answer

to it

It was hard to decide


them from above

but the younger the

eye, the blinder

to reality

“I like this one,” said

the little girl,

touching and caressing

the back of one

not much slimmer than

her finger. “I think I’ll name

him Bread. I like


“Me too,” said the boy. “And

I like… this

one.” He pointed at another

just as big. I’ll name

her… Mother. Because

I miss her.”

“Oh, me too.”

“She told us that a day

will come

when we’ll have to be

the ones

taking care of her.”

“Oh, but when will

that day come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe when

she gets back


“It’s been so long.”


“What do we do until then? The

white fairies have

taken over

all our food.”

“They’re still our friends.

And guests.”

“I just wish

mother was here to see


“She’ll be back.”

“What do we do until


The little boy had no


There was nothing else to

do but hold on

to the diseased hands

of time

and keep on dreaming

They were simply too

good at it


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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14 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s piece crushes the heart with the painful face of childhood innocence. Two children waiting for their mother, abandoned or victims of tragedy, the not knowing makes the pain even harsher. With no food and no mother, the two continue to live in their dream worlds, seeing the beauty in maggots and treating them like pets. Maybe the need to belong and feel normal is greater than any logic in this world.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thank you, Terveen! 🙂

      Imagination can be quite the coping mechanism. And it’s especially fascinating in children, because they don’t even have to make conscious use of it. Apparently, it kicks in by default when reality becomes too unbearable…
      ⊂( ・﹏・⊂)

      (there’s much to learn from it)

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  2. Shashi says:

    The imagination, the clarity and the reach of his mind to explore unseen depths and present them lucidly, is the hallmark of Bogdan Dragos.

    Stunning piece of writing as always.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. ( ⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃ Thank you very much for giving it a read, my friend! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    Goodness gracious that is a vivid piece my friend. I could just see the little children. I can’t imagine something so horrific but I can imagine if kids lived out far enough there was a time when kids would have kept waiting for a parent to get home that they might indeed find themselves in this very situation. You are right about children and their imagination. It saved my life more than once, I am certain of it. Nice piece Dragos! You always challenge me with your writing to think a bit deeper and often darker. This one did. Sending you big hugs and waiting to see what kind of emojis you will send me. Joni

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    1. (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ Wow! Anything that saves one’s life when applied is worth cultivating.

      Imagination is definitely among those things. I’m very glad to know it saved you! (ꈍᴗꈍ)

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        Thanks, Bogdan. Happy Valentine’s Day and big hugs – loved my emojis!

        Liked by 1 person

  4. Jane Aguiar says:

    It’s a great feeling to feel normal no matter the situation. Beautiful poem, Bogdan ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ


      1. Jane Aguiar says:

        ヾ(*’O’*)/ my pleasure

        Liked by 1 person

  5. So, were the maggots eating the Mother’s body? That’s what I kept imagining. Very said story.

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    1. Now that would’ve been nasty :))

      Nope. The maggots weren’t eating the mother’s body (thank God…)
      They were eating the food that mother left behind as she left home. And, being children and having godlike imagination, they thought the maggots were friendly fairies. It’s been quite a long, long time since mother left. Perhaps… she’s never coming back. But instead of harboring such dark thoughts about her, the kids dwell in their own world of fantasy where everything is still alright…

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      1. Yes, I can see that! Thanks!

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