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Chapter 2 - CHAPTER TWO

I dreamt that I was walking naked through the city, I interpreted

it as that my security mask had finally vanished and that I had to

take measures to recover it. I smoked on an empty stomach I had gotten up late and went to work. I felt tired and with a pain in

my head that prevented me from doing my work. I had lunch at

work and recovered some strength, I felt tired, fatigued. I finished

the day very well, my boss congratulated me. I felt nothing. I could

not be happy with myself. I went back home and passed by the

bookstore where we used to meet to look at books. I remembered

when we parted inside and looked for a book to give each other, I

still have the book you gave me and I have to finish it. I got home

and set out to finish it at once. As I reached the last page a letter

slipped into my lap. You had written it to me and I never noticed.

Tears welled up as I read what was in the letter:

"Thank you for choosing me and making me feel like I am awake every

day, but living in a dream by your side. You discovered me and helped me

discover myself. you are going to like the book, I know you are a poet

disguised as an office worker!

I love you forever."

My eyes twitched, and a sea came out of my eyes. I could not

contain myself. I was determined to send you a message, but I was

a prisoner of my decision. I had to let her go. I fell asleep soaked in

tears and a breath of melancholy shook my mind at the same time

that loneliness was present in the room, how could I be so stupid, if

only I had read that letter at that moment today my life would be

different. I could only recreate scenarios in my head imagining

what could have happened if I had only read that damn letter.

Finally I was able to fall asleep because I lay exhausted on my bed

from crying and thinking about you.

I did not remember my dream, for it was surely something

insignificant. My spirits of the day were low, that letter was the salt

that fell on a deep wound that had not yet healed. I ate lunch and

smoked cigarettes. I looked at myself in the mirror and I did not

recognize myself. unkempt. Beard was appearing on a clean, manicured face. I let it

grow. I didn't feel like touching it up. Today was my day off work,

but I hated it. I couldn't bear the thought of being left alone with my

thoughts and memories of us blooming in my mind. I went for a

walk. I found a little kitten. I remembered that you always wanted

one and I remembered the way you treated animals and people

with your endless warmth and selfless kindness that I loved. I

decided to take him home because it was clear that he was

abandoned. I took him to a vet to have his wounds treated and

vaccines given. He was very badly mistreated. I brought him home,

fed him, gave him warmth and love. I named him Felix. I reread the

letter from the other day. I burst into tears again. I smoked a

cigarette and went to sleep.

I dreamt that my teeth were falling out. I assumed it was due to my

lack of self-confidence and insecurity. I remembered that I never

had any luck with the relationships I had because of that. I smoked

on an empty stomach and thus understood that I had relapsed into

addiction again. I needed cigarettes to start my day and to keep me

somewhat numb so I wouldn't think about the emptiness that

breaking up with you had created. I had lunch and went to work.

Noelia, the girl who always came on to me, talked to me and played

with me all day. I played along with her to see if I could feel

something, but I couldn't. I went home and stayed at work. I went

back home and stared at a tree. I remembered you telling me that as

a child you loved to climb trees to see the world from another

perspective. I climbed the tree and I could see it. The world

somehow looked messy and dirty to say the least, I saw people

passing by and no one noticed me. I felt invisible. I stopped by a

store to buy cigarettes and beer as I knew it was going to be a

torturous weekend with my thoughts. I got home and set about

smoking and drinking myself into unconsciousness. Our memories

replayed again and I managed to stifle a chuckle. I fell asleep.