Chapter 39

Telma always kept the door of her room ajar, so when I recovered from the moment with Picasso and stopped by to see how she was, I knew she was already sleeping and snoring softly. I entered the room I shared with Mariana and was glad that I would finally rest, when I noticed that my legs became heavy.

The whole world slowed down and I gasped softly. My eyes trembled in spasms on the sides, due to stress. The more I tried to bring reality back to walk inside the room, the worse it got. That would only get better when I finally slept. When my mind put my thoughts in their proper places. Not before that.

Sometimes that would happen to me. Usually, after some invasion of the hills and if it ended with the death of more than one d*** d****r, I felt out of my mind. Because of my work, I was practically obliged to do a psychological follow-up. So my psychologist knew that that escape from reality always happened to preserve me from the shock, but it brought me the