as always I hope like it and I apologize for errors of form due to the fact that the story is published in the writing stage, as I type result, before you even read ...
the soundtrack is not fully, or perhaps it's not for nothing, aims to make the atmosphere complete as to give an idea of \u200b\u200bhow I was inspired and what allows the track to prove what you read ... is the song that I heard during the writing of the piece and find it suits you to a certain extent. I leave the choice is yours listening.
Happy reading and good night ...
Soundtrack: Do not Say a Word-Sonata Arctica
I seemed to see something moving on the beach, I turned slowly ... but what I saw was only an expanse of desert sand, there was anything that moved, no weird shape, nothing outside of my stuff. I went back to the sky.
past few minutes but once again I had the impression that the beach was not deserted as it looked, it was like the moment when I looked back at me and focus on detail that it disappeared from my sight. Evidently the dream had upset me more than I thought and now I saw things that were not there. Does not look more at that shadow that occasionally passed the edge of my field of vision, I was absorbed in total absence of thought until past the first signs of dawn in the sky more and more milky and dull. I rituffai in water and started paddling to shore, suddenly I was in a hurry to go riding on my bike, I was more comfortable naked and immersed in water, but at the same time I could not find the strength to with more energy to swim to shore.
I felt drained of energy every sign that the night was really more heavier than I imagined, my thoughts were becoming monotonous, I realized I was repeating myself, but I could not stop.
Before exiting the water I made sure that there was no one in sight, the way was free; my clothes now though so I spotted all of the salt, but I did not want to stay naked even now that the city was going to wake up, but I waited to back on the bike, to defile also the skin of your seat was out. So I sat on the wall that separated the beach from the promenade, I get to the phone and I noticed that the pockets were empty except for keys in a hurry I had not taken anything with me, fortunately I kept my license forever in motion.
I was listening to the sounds coming from the buildings in slow awakening, the first vehicles early risers already buzzing in the streets and fishing boats were returning to port with fresh prey. The enchantment of the night was broken and the weight of missed hours of sleep was getting to feel, the clothes were still not dry and I was beginning to curse me for being so run! I wonder how they should be concerned about Stefan and Pam! This time I would have scraped slowly and without anesthesia! I should give them a more convincing explanation of "I had a nightmare," the question was which one? I did not want them to lie but I realized that a bad dream did not explain a reaction so intense.
yawned. The clothes were still wet. Yawned again. I had to find an excuse. He yawns again. Wet, wet I was. Yawn. Maybe I could close my eyes as I waited for a few seconds to dry. Yawn. I fell asleep like that, sitting on that wall.
Everything was completely dark, there was nothing around me, absolutely nothing, just a few darker shade of the dark, or perhaps more clear, I could not tell. And then out of nowhere that voice, I recognized it instantly, I could not do otherwise, was the voice of the woman and was calling just me.
Following the voice begin to see more the place where I was I was on a city street, perhaps call it the road was too much, or rather alley alley would have been more appropriate to the size, the lighting was sufficient only to show me where to put feet, despite being very near the wall of the dead remained unknown. A little further ahead than where I was, there were two torches lit up the section of wall adjacent the voice seemed to come from one point to advance to the torch, followed her. Arriving in front of the flames I saw that they served to illuminate what the sign looked a little 'old-style, a restaurant, whose name was become illegible and that seemed to come inside the woman's voice. I was a bit 'impaled in the doorway listening to the sounds coming from inside but could not understand anything outside of those words to me directly, I decided to go down the dark stairs of wood. After the first ten steps almost dark a faint reddish light illuminates the path and noise in the room began to be heard as the voice lost its intensity absorbed by rock music. Finally I reached the end of the scale and what I saw petrified me and surprised me more than it did the newfound strength of his voice.
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