The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

The Devil...

                                      »She is delightfully chaotic;

                                               A beautiful mess.

                                Loving her is a splendid adventure.«

                                                 Steve Maraboli

Nobody knows why we dream. Some believe that dreams are merely side-effect of random neural impulses, some think of dreams as garbage collection or a way of dealing with emotions we simply cannot handle, and some believe dreams carry new ideas or even our deepest desires.

I do not remember what I have dreamed of tonight. I cannot remember the faces or the words...All I remember is the feeling. That crushing feeling of something heavy weighting on your chest, something you want so bad it pains every bone in your body, but you know, no, you hope it's not what you think it might be. Might.

Can you love and hate someone at the same time?

Is it possible to crave something with your whole essence, but to despise a single touch or a word that slips from their tongue?

It's like wanting to kill someone, but resurrect him right afterwards...

»I can see your eyes twitching beneath your eyelids.« He said as a way of greeting.

I stumbled over the initial shock of Lucifer in my bed. »How did you come in here?«

»I climbed through the chimney.« He rested his head on my pillow.

»Like Santa?« I couldn't help but to sarcastically reply to his sarcastic answer.

He turned his gaze towards me. »No.« He then realized I was mocking him and departed our locked looks. He didn't smile often, actually I don't think he ever smiled...but I saw it. In the corner of his lips. A faint tuck of the lips. »Santa, Satan, what is the difference, really. We both enjoy the color red, we both wear black leather clothing and we both know who is naughty and who is nice.«

»I never thought of it that way.«

»You would be surprised where people find secret meanings if they want. Apparently Druids worshiped an ancient god of fire who would decent through chimneys, hint,« He winked and motioned towards himself. »a fiery angel descending from heaven. Also they believe that it is not 'Santa Claus' but 'Satans Claws'.«

I snorted. »That's ridiculous.«

»No,« He said scornfully. »Claus is also a very obvious anagram for Lucas, which is a new age name for Lucifer.«

»Luc, are you telling me you're the Santa Claus?« I muffled the sound of laughter with my hand.

He lifted one of his eyebrows, unoffended by my tone. »No. I am definitely not a jolly fat man in a hideous suit. But it is baffling me how people can find meanings in things where they want them to be, and simply overlook the others.«

I knew what he was talking about. Humanity found and planted secret context where they wanted it to be. So of course some saw Satan in Santa. But nobody saw the Light Bearer in Lucifer. Hypocrites.

»How did it go?« He asked.

»Hm?«

»Do not play dumb with me.« His voice shifted towards a serious tone.

»Not that good.«

»What does that mean?«

»I take back my first wish.«