CHAPTER 2: SENSES

Sometimes it is only spoken in his thought: I feel how sweat feels on my skin.

Like an icy journey from the back to the tip of the feet.

For some reason, I can't control my body.

The rigidity that overwhelms me, ahh, lightning.

I am an adult and I am dying of fear under my sheets.

How is this possible?

I know there is no one else at home, I know.

But... there is certainly... there's something here.

I feel like time goes by too slowly, I feel chills...

I know that at some point... that... Come.

That same feeling I've had every night...

At home... in my house.

What lightning?!

fleeing my own home, I...

I thought it would work.

For the first few days, I was very, very alert, really.

I have no idea when it reached me... or if she was just waiting for the moment to let me know that, she came with me from day one.

I'm not sure what it is, or what it was... but,

I think it's a... she.

I must muster the courage to return home, maybe, and only maybe, find a way to get rid of this, which eats away at my soul.

Must... clarify my ideas... remember...

Yes, I must remember how did it all start?...

END OF CHAPTER 2