A Dream
He fell asleep too early.. Just like everyone in town, having the same habit of sleeping early. It is odd that supposed to be personal choice, becomes like a systematic thing. Especially, given the fact that each individual has their own live which is not identical with others.
It was a rainy night. His white colored room looked black with no lights on. He was seeing the streets lights through the window. But, he was not able to see all of them as the fog covers a bit of the scene. The thunder hits occasionally lighting up the room for a second, before everything goes to dark. He was hearing a sound of someone talking outside. It felt like he was saying something to him. Or, maybe asking for help. But, he felt it strongly that the sound was calling to him. He stood up and looked through the window and saw nobody. The sound is gone, the only thing he could hear is the sound of rain hitting the ground. As soon as he went back to his bed, he started hearing that sound! He tried to ignore it at first, but could not resist the urge to get up and check. There was only the sound of rain again! It kept on repeat until the morning when he woke up.
He got ready quickly and went to his shop. On his way, he noticed that the rain has stopped and it was a bright and sunny day. He could not tell if the whole night was a dream, or at least, the time he slept. As soon as he entered the shop, there was his neighbor George who was his employee. This guy was a sociable person. That personality trait was the one that everyone knows about. They had a small talk like always, and then started working.
Later that night, he had the same dream of hearing the same sound. He looked outside and he saw someone walking outside. But, he was far away. He was wondering how he could hear someone talking softly from that distance. That thought inhabited him in a way, and he started to think about it logically for a moment, before going outside. He went outside and felt the rain, the cold weather and everything made sense to a point where he was not able tell which one was the dream.
Me encantó tu relato. A veces nos pasa que confundimos los recuerdos, y no sabemos si estos están basados en experiencias vividas, soñadas o imaginadas. Ese tema lo has abordado muy bien en este texto. Me encantó leerte. Un abrazo.
Thank you.. I really liked your comment. You've got that right, sometimes we mix what's real and what is not.
Have a nice week,
Un abrazo para ti.