Pokemon Indigo Leafeon

Specchio delle mie trame...

seems dark. Instead, it is only the quick sensation of blindness caused by an explosion of light. Like waking up in the middle of the night for a glass of water. Going back to bed, while the faint hope of not caught in the middle of a wall, moving in the darkness of the house, relying on customs, sedimentation of everyday movements. Trying to reach the soft bed that still maintains our warmth, a quick left turn, a detour to the bathroom. No need. The mirror, however, awaits us all night. One step, with your fingers sleepy pigiamo the switch, the light. A moment of intense pain visual. Greenish spots in the corners of the eyes. Swift as guillotines, eyelids drop and recreate a beneficial artificial darkness. Then the habit becomes reality slowly close again, a step the beating heart, one breath to the image reflected gaze. Yes, what a relief. The face is the usual, no surprise at night, too macabre novels, that's all. In the silence of the fixed and at times arrogant, sleeping rooms, streets that are silent, while the eyes are in family on the other side of the glass eyes, a tremendous fear of a sudden metamorphosis. The face that loses the rights to ascertain as punishment for sins, as a justification to the malaise. Nothing however. The cold hands leave the sink on which they had found safe harbor. The light is off again. The incredible pace up the bed. Blankets who carry responsibilities that usually belong to the walls and ceiling. Sheets breathe, just that on the night, can explain certain sounds thin and neighbors. Almost back to peaceful sleep, fatigue deserved. The common need to get to lie on the other shoulder, a hand absently on his face. The terror detention of the domestic cat as the car arrives to kill them, the same terror forces suddenly clasped hands, his breath short and fast. The hours pass and forehead gronderà fear that liquid during the run and sweat. The morning so far away when it is feared, never comes when you wish, a truism. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, with natural light, all will be past.