It’s two o’clock in the morning. An ambiguous feeling starts to annoy me. I can’t sleep. I’m in a stress. I just can’t help but wonder...
I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what say. The clock exists, the time is running.
My mother is sleeping as if problems don’t subsist. He sleeps very peacefully without a noise without...nothing. I can’t hear anything, the silence starts to dominate. Then suddenly, my phone rang. It’s my brother, asking me to open the gate.
What happened? I can’t answer the phone. I can’t move, I’m paralyzed. My brother starts to yell outside the house. I can hear his voice getting tired as ever. Then suddenly, he stopped.
What happened? My phone stopped. My brother, where is he?
All of a sudden, someone tapped my shoulder, “wake up... wake up...”
...Its me, dreaming again...