The gray clouds charged with water in the sky began to move quickly, and the blue of the night faded in dawn colors. He stopped feeling the wet blow on his body slowly and panicked. He knew what that sudden change means. He saw frightened as the horizon radiated the light of a rising sun. He climbed slowly, but through his feet, time passed in quick seconds. Distinguished the transition of the turf, from wet to bright. The light slipped between his eyes and forced him to close them, but he refused to stop seeing. To see her. Because he knew what would happen after closing them. It meant something he already knew. It was time to wake up. It was the quick end of their meeting forcing him to leave that home in his mind where he felt alive.

The sun settled on the top and the glow seemed to have the purpose of burning his eyes. He struggled to stay a few seconds longer, with all the strength his eyes allowed him to have, but by the time everything turned white, he accepted that it was the end.

The first thing he felt was his body covered by a layer of sweat, hair stuck to his forehead, and a breath as uncontrolled as the sequence of images that shot in his mind. He got out of bed quickly, ignoring the fatigue his body made him feel. He took a pencil lying on his desk and looked for a surface to draw on; and when he got it, there was nothing in that early morning that separated him from the leaf and the memory of an angelic face that remained in his mind.

— It started being incoherent, but in the end none of this happens with the coherence in hand. The time was right, like a flower waiting for spring to bloom. The world moved for us, and there was not the slightest mistake.

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