Auch… I wanted to pretend I can't hear them but they have a little more and they pull their hair. I wanted to intervene, but I thought it was too good where I was and if I had intervened they would have felt embarrassed.
They managed to wake me up without realizing it and without reaching a result. I kept my eyes closed and tried to think of nothing, lucidly ignoring the darkness and trying to keep away from a cold heart the hot blood running through my veins. A second of instability was enough for me to be torn by the thin thread I was lying on. I was trying to warm up with a virtually created image of a…
- BAAAA… !!! Go tell him now! Now you go!
- It's good for him… I swear, it's good… Don't shake unnecessarily.
- You… certainly not
- I didn't hide anything from you. You did not understand.
- Ahhh… `your mother! You're lying, so… How did you know what I was going to ask?
I felt like I was exploding and I jumped out of bed thinking about them. With two steps I reached the door and almost ripped it off the hinges. In front of me were the silhouettes of two beings trembling like gelatin in a diffused light. It was more of a sensation than a definite phrase, and I realize in amazement that it wouldn't have bothered me at all not to open the door. What the hell did I do? Am I dying, and now I'm waiting for congratulations from them? These two look at me in amazement and I am petrified by their image. Out of the corner of my eye I try to see something real in the room. OK. A fur begins to stretch its length along the bed after a good sleep. I slowly turn my head to the window and take a step back. I see the orange light from the street lighting trying to make its way through the blinds. I take another step back and turn my back on them. What the hell?! I wallpapered my walls with zebra fur !? Something is not ok, but maybe it's just the light between the blinds still printed on the retina. I heard the front door move as if blown by a strong current. They ran away am I heard their hurried footsteps heading for the elevator. It wasn't to be… He opened the door and together they took the fatal step into a seven-level goal. Macthey would be together until the last moment.
He was at my feet and I felt completely confused. I push him aside (you say he's on the verge of a stroke… if his eyes pop out of his head more than that he'll have to look for his female snail when I'm not depriving him of his freedom) to the bed.
It's quiet now… and I could sleep peacefully… (Hey! I'm awake! You have nothing to tell me because you don't exist anymore!)
