Penumbra and sofa. Blue flashes on the TV.
float on cushions of the couch.
Who the fuck is it now?!
... ah, no. They have not yet played.
DLING DLING
Behold, I knew it!
Now I do? Never get unstuck from this sofa adesivissime liners. I try to open with the energy of thought, perhaps until now no one has ever succeeded because it has not been determined as me in not wanting to get up.
concentration. Serves the highest concentration. I suppose the door. The intercom. The receiver. Its plastic made shiny from use. Simulation in the depths of the mind to pick up the handset.
Who is it?
Dickhead, you mental powers to open the door and do not know who I am?!?
Ohmmerda: it worked! I open. Blindly. With the thought. Log in with a porcupine
combed the line on one side. A porcupine well. I had never seen one so combed before.
He hands me a pair of cufflinks for my shirt: class stuff.
Damn. Beautiful are beautiful, but I'll have to trust? His hairstyle
escape all my doubts: I reach. Thanks
He smiles but does not respond.
And now? What do you expect from me?
I do not know. I offer an ashtray: so do not smoke. I have not ever had a cock that ashtray there.
Here, my dear dear. E ' for you.
The smile increases, but does not add the word.
sit back in the ashtray, putting his paws stunted the notches should hold the cigarettes.
He pulls out two beers. It gives me one. This hedgehog is ahead.
I try to take it with the thought in fluency. I
comes naturally. I open it.
In a fit of exhibitionism even open his.
The foam comes out of cans. Quanta!
slowly covers the can, my hand, the sofa, the floor.
The room is filled with soft foam beer. Light and graceful. You can breathe. The flashes of color television on and off the foam.
A fly, to swim back in the middle of the foam, approaches. It carries with it the salty snacks. Pretzels shaped like a stylized fly back to swimming in the middle of the beer foam stylized. Oh, over there are salt crystals. Good.
I'll take a few. It will take you so rude? Boh. I guess I should reciprocate. If only I had a shitty hand ...
I do not have time to devise a way to return the favor, which the fly is gone already swallowed by the foam.
The fly has a small face and a mouth that seems a bit 'a trumpet, I remember it from school textbooks. Despite being aware of this, I had the impression that I was smiling.
How nice: after so many years the images of school books I have served something!
Between Thought and the other the level of the foam goes down. The hedgehog slowly emerges.
With the loving gaze of an old friend of mine apostrophe: Dickhead, as usual you have breathed in too much beer. Now you will be those terrible hallucinations that I always speak. Those that live in a world where everything is difficult.
The twilight gives way to the sunlight of a new day.
