Chapter 6: Chapter 6
At first I'm just surprised by his unsuspecting action and I don't even move my lips, but I don't do anything to stop him from kissing me anymore. Opening my eyes is when my mind recovers its usual course and consciousness returns to accompany me. I bring both hands to his chest and give an awkward push, managing to push him away from me. He looks at me with his breathing somewhat agitated, spilling fire from his eyes, which soon descend to my mouth and focus there for long seconds, making me more uncomfortable than I already am. I do the same as him and it doesn't take long for me to lose myself on his lips and how they slowly approach until they rejoin mine. Although this time is different from the previous one, since now I am the one who controls the situation, ruffling his hair with both hands and then transporting them to his chest and detaching the buttons of his white shirt. My own attitudes lead me to wonder. What am I supposed to be doing? And worst of all ... Where am I doing it? In the garden of my parents' house? The thought of it sounds disturbing already, but I don't care. I do not care about anything anymore.
He pulls away from me and rests his forehead on mine, while my fingers are still separating the last remaining white discs to expose his entire chest.
- May (says something altered, forcing me to feel the shock of his breath on my face).
May: What? (I answer, looking up to meet hers).
- Wake up!
He pronounces with an enigmatic voice and at first I think that he repeats what he said, but then I recognize how the same word echoes, it wears away little by little, until it disappears, just like his body. I open my eyes and jump out of bed with a scream. The room suddenly lights up and I am forced to cover my face, believing that I have gone blind.
- What happened?
I open my eyes again and see Mia half asleep, staring at me in amazement.
May: I don't know (I say confused). What I do here?
Mine: Sleep?
I extend my hand to the nightstand next to my bed and pick up the glass of water.
Mine: What's wrong with you?
May: Nothing (I take a sip). I had a weird dream.
Mine: Are you feeling good? Your face is sweaty.
May: Yes ... I'm fine (I put a hand to my forehead and it feels wet). Or so I think
Mine: And what did you dream that you screamed like that?
May: You better not even know.
Mine: Does it have to do with a boy?
May: Are you telepathic now?
Mia (laughs): I said it just to say ... but it seems I guessed.
I sigh, surrendered.
Mine: Do I tell you what I think?
May: No (I go back to bed). I'm sleepy...
Mia (interrupts me): My brother always says that sometimes the dreams we have are short films of our wishes.
He comments referring to his older brother, a lover of human physiology
May: And would that in English be?
I say narrowing my eyes and she laughs again.
Mine: That you dream what you want to happen to you (lies down). Maybe what you saw was not a nightmare, but a wish.
May: Pff ... your crazy brother also says he sees the future.
Mia (laughs): Eliseo says a lot of nonsense, but about dreams I agree with him.
May (bufo): Whatever you say.
Mine: Just think about it.
He finally adds and turns off the light, leaving me alone with my overwhelming thoughts.
After giving five thousand turns and the dream failed to overcome me, I leave the bed. I go to the bathroom and the face I find on the other side of the mirror scares me. After receiving a couple of puddles of water, I recognize my face again. I go back to bed lazily. I don't know how long I was absent, but Mia seems to be in the fifth dream. I close my eyes and after adding a couple more laps to the previous ones, I finally get to rest for a few hours.
I wake up to the feeling of someone's hands on my shoulders, shaking me brutally and awkwardly. I moan several times, but he just listens to me and shakes my still sleepy body again. I open my eyes and see him sitting on my bed, watching me with a mischievous look.
- Good Morning.
He says with good humor and it does not surprise me only that, but also that it is the one who tells me, which is something that never usually happens in my life.