I wake up dry throat, as often with this air conditioning, I’ll have to get up to go drink a large glass of water. I have to be careful not to wake you up sleeping in the next room, because here you are queen and I am just a guest. It’s with a feline step that I leave the room, a beam of white light comes to break this darkness of this corridor, as usual you sleep with the door ajar and this light is surely your computer, Morpheus has forgotten this device. I walk down the hall in silence and when I get to your door I peek, lightning colors on your face, your sleep is not heavy, you seem to be fighting with demons, I see your feet contract and your breathing is not serene.
I continue my way in the dark, each of my steps is light, I think of what you dream of, a scene with me where we are one? I finally arrive in this kitchen that I know so well, where we are used to drinking glasses of wine and usually I observe each of your body movements to see signs of ambiguity. I pour myself a large glass of water, making myself discreet and in this silence a moan from the end of the corridor comes to disturb this heavy silence, just like me for that matter. Your imagination seems teasing, I will force myself to smile to return to my room.