Woke up early. Took fast the breakfast and went to the job. Nothing explained the things that passed in his mind. Nothing. Peaceful dreams appeared in the best time, but now , they are only photos near the bed.
Worked all the day. His body is so tired. No thinking. Arrived. Opened the door and entered. Turner on the TV. Notices, nothing interesting. Only bad news. Turned off the TV. Started to listen to music. The first one was a Blues. Hi likes this kind of music. Make him fell better than some time before.
Sat down in the sofa. Slept. The Sun arrived calm. Calling him to go with it until the sky. He thought , but no answer appeared in his mind, only question. What was happening? He did not know. In a first moment , he was in his house and in another he was flying in the sky.
So stopped and said: " What am I doing here? You are not the Sun. I did not drink a lot." The Sun, without any express, continued looking for him and going more and more inside the sky. Minutes later, he slept again.
When the dream finished, he felt a little cold in his back. The Sun was not there anymore. Only the moon. The big and bright Moon. Not so bigger than the Sun. But so beautiful too. The Moon offered him some coffee. He accepted. Drunk and drunk. Drunk a lot. He was waiting that with the coffee , this dream can found its end. But nothing changed. It was a new and different day.
Started to keep a conversation with the Moon, like a psychology session . He asked it about the life. If it knew about the future or something else. He said about its beauty and drunk another coffee. He slept.
He woke up. The Sun and the Moon were not there anymore. But the pain gave him a great good morning. Walked all the house and saw a stupid image, his body in the sofa. If his mind become a big confusion. Imagine now. Nothing make sense, perhaps, he thinks, he is sleeping yet. But he knows the reason for all that was and is happening. He is not alive. Prayed for God and cried for few minutes and sleep again, but this time, forever.
