Post by account_disabled on Dec 3, 2023 6:07:10 GMT
He called her, but the clouds have no voice and so she cried and those tears of hers rained down to wet the earth. Someone opened an umbrella, but the woman instead welcomed the autumn rain by raising her face in despair to the sky. She felt the water fall on her face, go down in streams to her mouth, she felt the sweet taste like cotton candy and then she knew that her Zefi was up there, cloud among clouds, never again with her, never again a child, but an ethereal form blown by the wind. *** "Aren't you getting up this morning?" He recognized the voice among the confused images of his mind and heard the sounds of the city outside the window and the life that had already reawakened on that Monday in October.
She smiled. "What a strange dream I had!" he said. «I had become a cloud and I felt light and light.» “All dreams are,” the woman said. "Come on, breakfast is almost ready," she added, taking his hand. She remained speechless and little Zefirino also remained speechless when he saw his hand detached from his body and with the end frayed. Instinctively the woman Phone Number Data put it back in her place, as if her son were one of those removable toys found in Easter eggs. She didn't know why, it was the first thing that came to her mind and she acted without even thinking about what she was doing, feeling all the guilt of that unusual mutilation on her shoulders. “Mom,” said the child, who was now moving his hand as if nothing had happened. Maybe I'm still dreaming , he thought and tried to open his eyes to wake up. “Zefi,” the woman said, barely touching his hand which he had hung up.
The child heard that voice, recognized the worried tone and understood that he was awake then, that the hand had really been detached and reattached to the body as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "But how did you do it?" he asked. «I don't know, I…», the woman replied, not knowing what to say. "Did I hurt you?" «No, I didn't hear anything. But maybe we're dreaming, mom! How nice, I'm having a dream with you! » «But no, Zefi, what are you saying? I'm not dreaming, it's morning and you have to go to school. Come on, get up » and she started to take him again, pulling him by his hands... ... which remained in her hand , while the child looked at his shocked mother and her hands no longer attached to the wrists, which now reminded him of the pieces of cotton candy eaten the day before.
She smiled. "What a strange dream I had!" he said. «I had become a cloud and I felt light and light.» “All dreams are,” the woman said. "Come on, breakfast is almost ready," she added, taking his hand. She remained speechless and little Zefirino also remained speechless when he saw his hand detached from his body and with the end frayed. Instinctively the woman Phone Number Data put it back in her place, as if her son were one of those removable toys found in Easter eggs. She didn't know why, it was the first thing that came to her mind and she acted without even thinking about what she was doing, feeling all the guilt of that unusual mutilation on her shoulders. “Mom,” said the child, who was now moving his hand as if nothing had happened. Maybe I'm still dreaming , he thought and tried to open his eyes to wake up. “Zefi,” the woman said, barely touching his hand which he had hung up.
The child heard that voice, recognized the worried tone and understood that he was awake then, that the hand had really been detached and reattached to the body as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "But how did you do it?" he asked. «I don't know, I…», the woman replied, not knowing what to say. "Did I hurt you?" «No, I didn't hear anything. But maybe we're dreaming, mom! How nice, I'm having a dream with you! » «But no, Zefi, what are you saying? I'm not dreaming, it's morning and you have to go to school. Come on, get up » and she started to take him again, pulling him by his hands... ... which remained in her hand , while the child looked at his shocked mother and her hands no longer attached to the wrists, which now reminded him of the pieces of cotton candy eaten the day before.