I get up, but where? I didn’t just cogitate this, I actually voice the query to myself: «Where am I?» .The subconscious answer promptly «You are here in your life» that feature of the world that is your existence. I opened my eyes and the dusty morning light hit my pupils.
Red expectations
Glimpses in time start rolling chaotically, breaks of a car, that club in the night, Savanna, dancing, more dry Savanna, psychedelic lasers, Tequila, moving across the dance floor as a black swan almost floating, unknown alcohol, the foretaste of recollection start fading. I never particularly approved this state of affairs in which I feature, an organism up the wrong path without a way back. I’ll just stay in bed.
She new him since high school years, our paths split, he went for an upper education in South Africa, the growing telecoms industry gulp my working time. The faded temporal extent of my recollection start filling, floating across the dance floor I saw him; my teenage years crush. More Tequila, the roller-coaster unyielding at the car breaks; I spotted him opening the car door. When we reconnected?
The vivid feel of this reminiscent dream. I swear I can touch it is reachable, the whole of this “unspecified” that includes me will move. The gate bell ring…….ding, ding, ding. I run to the window.
I turned my head; I could still see myself on the bed, weeping almost imperceptibly, a sobbing biological dead end in the dusty light. Ding, ding……it’s him?!
