16 nov, 1:27 pm.

I was hearing pots and pans...

then a bang!

After the bang everything was in dim light...

I listened the birds...

I thought “I'm awake too early”, cause the temperature of the wind that can get through the closed window, indicated to me that it was still not past 5 am.

I thought “Is it 4 am?”

Maybe 5 birds?

One of the birds was asking me to open my window... but I was feeling so exhausted...

Then I closed my eyes again...

I started to mentally listen to a music I heard yesterday...

I noticed a sensation going through all my body...

I could never name it...

Remembering the sensation now also causes the sensation...

My brain seems to like it...

If I let it be, I feel I'm between a state of awake and sleeping...

I feel my entire body is now another entity...

I can touch it, and it feels different...

Even the blood running bellow my skin feels different...

I can taste the air, it's like a smooth ice cream...

I realize the music is now just a steady frequency in my ears....

It tells me: if I don't open my eyes, I'll miss half of this, because something will take me to the dimension where dreams happen...

I want to stay awake... but the sensation is now all around my brain...

As if it as giving me a cafuné...

I inevitably surrender and sleep...

Now,I can see the roof of my room near me...

I can touch the green and yellow plastic stars that I never put in the roof...

When I remember that, they slowly vanish, as optical illusions...

I realize they are still on the table, waiting me to find some way of glue it...

I also realize I'm floating... Oh, now it makes sense...

but when I look again the roof is down and floor seems the up...

I feel the tingling in my hands... I instinctively lower my arms to allow the blood to circulate more freely...

I can see my bed's sheet... I'm still exhausted...

The clock on my phone says 7:43 am... I try to find out how the time goes so fast...

A bathroom icon on screen reminds me I needed to pee in the second or third dream... and now it's the fifth or sixth...

It's hard to count... The birds call again...

I realize I'm writing this in tomorrow...

I feel a desire of help you, but I don't know if you need help in first place...

The reality seems to change at every second...

I try to understand the idea of being a body... And I empathize with that...

I find myself now inside my body... and it's saying I should drink water...

I have a bottle of water next to my bed, cause I need it to swallow the meds...

I found a pill next to the bottle when I lifted my body from the bed...

I swallow it with some doubt... but I'm already used to it...

You remind me the candle I light up yester...day?

Maybe the day before yesterday? I'm not sure...

I'm sure there was a candle... I find it beautiful...

The way the flame dances...

the colorful outlines intertwining with the innerlines...

the core... quiet, faded, but warm...

keeping the wick, while the all-elses burns...

Then I remembered I shouldn't play with candles...

but this thought came so loose, I can't find why or what...

I open my eyes, again...

I realize I'm reading what I wrote... To you...

but I need to truly get out of bed...

To see what happened with the world...

Close your eyes and listen carefully

L.