He started to speak but I could not to hear: his lips moved without producing sound and I could not even read them, if things had something in my brain refuses to understand.
... Then, little by little the scene started to become confused, the hall was filled with smoke appestante, my eyes were burning and I could not keep them open, I lost sight of the woman and started to cough, trying to breathe clean air . Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me once, twice, three times until something changed.
No more smoke, no more pubs, only darkness and a familiar voice calling my name.
-Anyka? Hey ... are you there? Is everything okay? It seemed I could not breathe ...
-Stefy? - it was all a dream? He could not only be a figment of my imagination, I had appeared not only real, dreams sometimes are, I had appeared all so defined and tangible: the cold, the beer that I was going down the throat, stick in my hand, I smoke that came into his eyes, tears, lungs burning. It was something tangible, I still feel the bitter taste of smoke in the throat in contrast with the sweet taste of beer. ... I was upset.
I needed to leave the house, I had to breathe fresh air and stretch, I had to stay alone for a while ', was long a dream that I did not think so true.
I got up and my eyes fell on her dress slipping slowly from my legs and onto the floor, the woman's dress. It was the same, same cut, same color, same everything.
I turned around, grabbed the keys to the ninja and the helmet and ran outside, so I left my best friends, confused and concerned about my reaction, I did not think the presence of, again in the house had begun to make strange dreams. In the dark I stumbled several times on my own feet and in the steps before reaching the gate and throw myself on the bike. I had some difficulty with the fucking her, I saw what I was doing and come to my hands trembled a little, once slipped off my stand and gave the gas, I do not bother the arrival of other cars, there would be successful even if you like.
The night was clear and the moon lit up the landscape, curve after curve, the descent was becoming more gentle and less dim light. The first public street lamps threw their ruddy light on the tarmac, I took a hit of the throttle, I wanted to reach the sea as quickly as possible.
a child when he was in the house and I had nightmares mom got up, took the car and take me to the beach, said that the sea had the power to calm everyone, there really believe in it but had always worked. I just needed to calm down, a great need to calm down, I looked at the speedometer: marked the one hundred and ninety. The city rush past me, silent and asleep, as frozen in that state of extreme calm throughout the day. Two hundred, luckily no one was there, I did not have the reflexes to dodge anything, not even bother me. I could smell the sea before we see it and hear the surf. I pushed a little 'the bike, I turned on the boardwalk and park in scoured, got out, took my keys and ran to the beach. I threw the helmet to the ground, running keys and stripped me down to the water, seminal my stuff all the way, never mind, I was alone, everyone was asleep.
When my fingers touched the I immediately felt better, I made a few more steps and I plunged into the arms of the sea. Re-emerged a few meters later, the moonlight shadows and drew pictures on my naked body. I felt so free, rocked at the mercy of the waves, a few solitary fish approached me curious and then flee as soon as I tried to approach him.
Following this path that the light drew the water went to sit on the rocks nearby. I was contemplating the stars when something on the periphery of my vision caught my attention.
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