“I feel so tired. I want to sleep
and not ever wake up.” The young man said closing his eyes with the wind in his
hair.
“Then do so!” the girl burst out.
He revealed his empty stare and
whimpered “I can’t! People are depending on me. ” the heavy silence made it
awkward for the girl to interfere. “A
book would be great too.” He suddenly continued.
With a bit of courage the girl
tried to seam excited “A book with infinite pages! “
“No. That would be so boring.”
She didn’t give up, just insisted
“But what if on every page was a different story?”
“I already have that book.” the
trembling voice scattered in the wind.
“Can I see it?” she said
confused.
“You already do… you wake up to
it every day and sleep to it every night, just as I do.” He said with an ironic
smirk.
Finally understanding, the girl
smiled brightly “Just as us all.”
The boy stared surprised at the
brightness of the smile and shyly covering his own, whispered “I guess that’s true.”
