Letter to Dea by Ann Wood
Morning, Dea! And this morning I awake asleep. As always at 5.00 am The damn pear beetle does not stop reminding you of yourself. Whatever I do is invariably there. And the scars of his presence disappear after the first sip of aromatic coffee. Then the music strokes my abomination and the day begins. In those minutes between sleep and dawn is the quietest silence. Then I'm happy. Far from thinking today, yesterday, tomorrow. And so close to me - so me. I feel the smile cozily fit on my face, and it takes me two feet off the ground. And the day is waiting for me to dive into the next challenge. Always different and eagerly awaited. Giving me the sense of infinity, countless opportunities, unexpected encounters and discrepancies. And somewhere there, the joy of being around here is that there is me in the whole mess of greatness. I feel it every time my laugh comes out. I feel it every time I want someone to touch me. Sometimes the touch hurts, and the pea seems to get bigger. The tears then heal. For a little while to fall asleep. And in the morning ... I already mentioned how much I love those minutes between sleep and dawn ...Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-11-25 at 10:23
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