She was watching the ocean’s waves from a far distance and decent height, safe from any temptations of her daring mind. Every sound the ocean does is dampened by distance and it is crowded in the back of her mind as background noise just as the street life or its smells does. As it so often happens with us when we suddenly panic over some obscure and sudden feeling which make us hard to breathe, we creep inside ourselves and continue to fear. She was there inside looking at the ocean in the distance imagining its sounds and almost had the feeling she was sinking in sand slowly buried by every little wave.

A small piece of daylight was hanging on a wall, weird like surrealist art is. It pushes my On button and I wake up just like an old computer, cranking and slow. I can hear and see better and better as the daylight goes down the wall. My room is close to another room in the next building, a music school. SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DEAF-TONE! I scream when I get enough air in my lungs. I foresee a few lucid moments and I decide it is time to get out of bed, pee, wash, eat and turn the TV on to confirm to myself that I only slept for one night.

A light, a wave, a few lines in the sand at the end of my feet, a smile behind me… this is not what I meant, you stupid death, when I have told you my secret… My eyes are closed and my mind extracts the essence of this day.

… and then nothing.

FIN

Roberto Palu