Put away my dreams

I was sleeping alone in my room at the night last week. I was exhausted because I’d been working hard all day. Suddenly I woke up; meanwhile the wind beat furiously the shutter. The hanging clock had just started to chime at midnight. Despite I had been sleeping soundly, I woke upset from a woman vision. She was sitting in front of me backwards on a chair and she was staring me with her bright blue eyes in absolute silent, resting her chin on her arms held over the back chair.

Her face was serious, blessed with essential beauty. She remained silent; meanwhile I wondered who she was. In a flash, I could see her mind telling me I want to be alone. This strange woman, so mysterious and so far away for me, had guessed my thought, eventually saying: `wonder why?’

Unfortunately, the magic moment was over. The sound of the clock’s bells had finished while the woman had gone away too. It was midnight and I was uneasy with insomnia thinking in my pass relations about women. Only one vague smile at the deep remoteness of eternity was pitied with me. The night was long again.