Memory

I took my wineglass and i just see the moonlight through the window. I´m so cold. I have chills. There's a perfect reflection in the sea. Let´s go to dance you told me. I said what? how? but? In my stupid and basic english or my incoherent thoughts i didn´t undestand, but i said YES why not... we was dancing, so closer, listening his funny voice singing that ridiculos theme. One, two, three, one two three hours and when i woke up, i had the wineglass on my breast, and he was just seeing me. How strange was that, how crazy. It´s late i told him. Ya i know, good night jazmine, so i turn off the computer, the webcam and i went to sleep and he returned to work. In my bed i just painted a unconsious smile and i said to myself good day aladin.

Tijuana. 3 am

India. 3 pm