It was long since she had not slept because of too many words too many pictures it was not lack of sleep washed in white pills, a week perhaps, with the summer, and the need to impose on his body sleep , to take time to herself, to which he was devouring the stomach, and it can not escape it for a moment, then she took the white pill and she waited, that whiteness is distilled in his body, numbness, into oblivion. So we had stolen sleep, the ability to sleep, to surrender - the night was nestled under his eyes, his body slumped in the flickering of the day without night. She was so tired it could be just the fatigue, if there were still coming days - if he had not yet taken a little, it will soon end, and yet it seemed it could not finish.
Long after, weeks, months probably, she could not realize it was over, she repeated, do, you do not realize she was asleep again yet, but she dreamed of days without night, days without end. She threw out all the white pills, or maybe she kept near her bed, without having to, because she no longer needed. She remembers the days before the outset, it was summer days, summer had long since begun, without it, the days were inert, where she waited, when there was nothing to wait, it was over already . She remembers one evening they were drinking white wine in the garden outside, smoking cigarettes, it was a bit cold despite the summer, it must be night, and she did not know what she was doing there, they realized it all for free for most to know, or they knew it too long, and they had achieved even before it begins, and she was trying to do the same with white wine, cigarettes, and summer. She envied them a little. They seemed very happy together. It was not a sad desire, rather like being there, it was just part of their happiness and their recklessness, their upcoming summer. She wanted them to stay still on the terrace in the garden to drink white wine and seem happy. They were beautiful together, she found them beautiful because they were together, she could not imagine otherwise.
She remembers a missed departure, she had woken up in bed with a warm light, with the taste of summer in the mouth, and she realized she could go, for hours already, but it was not a party, she did not want to leave, and she felt that with Light and summer, his departure was missed that flooded her bed, her stomach, her throat, she felt in her-she aborted.
And then a few days later, then she was gone. She had to go, it meant finishing a little, although she still could not - it was long as the time the summer finally realize.
