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tired got up that morning, the weekend had been very long ... long ... decided that maybe it was better to take a break, why not, after all ... this was a good day to sleep ... closed the computer, with the reassurance that comes from knowing that tomorrow is another day, again to lie in bed ... slowly ... no hurry ... sleepy mind drifts by Morpheus, clinging to his dreams, he wanders for a moment at the edge of the real and the unreal, unwittingly drawn that loving face on the pillow, you can feel his breath, the warmth of your lips, you can even hear the sound of his voice, that voice that pervades everything, but now ... just want to sleep now ... maybe later can talk to her, perhaps when you wake up ... she is waiting there ... at the end of this road which gradually moves through through their dreams ... surely, that light you see at the bottom are the headlights of his car ... there are still far away, but smiles when he thinks that she is waiting ... in the delirium of his dreams tries to reach the unattainable, the flashing of headlights those inexorably draws him ... that light ... can not be ... is dawning again ... is incorporated slowly, the rest day was refreshing, at least no longer weighs the body, slowly around the house, the sun has come in torrents and it has flooded all, but had closed all windows, so I thought ... on the table, the phone is off, it does not matter if it sounds in fact do not even feel this pain that gripped the soul, now calm, he just needed rest, and light that has flooded the home gives so much peace ... the door opened suddenly ... she was there, has finally come, want to hold her, but she ... she has a distorted face, it scared him called ... the answers and tries to calm her, but she does not olle, even he has seen passing through the room ... is there ... standing in the doorway of the bedroom ... he moved slowly, do not understand what happens, because this so nervous, looking over his shoulder, but that light will not let you see anything .... at that moment, something shakes his body, the heaviness and weariness invade again ... and that sound ... that sound broke the silence, at breakneck speed, the flying ambulance to the hospital ... her hands pressed into empty tubes ... the ... now Desojo again between theirs the rose of life gradually returns to his flesh felt nailed every one of the thorns that try to avoid, your tired mind, even vaguely lost, perhaps looking for without realizing it that strange light ... .. . she looks helplessly at the gates of hell, bit by bit, invented for .....

Leydi ~ Halcon