Chapter 33

POV Mist

In my head, the voice of that stranger was still spinning while in my sweet dreams, I saw Nauto, just as I remembered him from so many times I had seen him, although I could not remember any of his words or only the feeling of his voice and I could barely distinguish the color of his eyes and his hair. It seemed as if he was going to vanish from one moment to the next from my dreams, leaving me completely alone. And so she did; she disappeared when I wanted to touch her cheek like dust carried by the wind, bringing with her the sweet pain of awakening, breaking more and more the threads of my dream. I began to feel every tiny pain in my body when I wanted to turn him so I could find another position to continue sleeping.

Instead, I couldn’t, so I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a room I was never used to. The wallpaper was beige with some sort of patterned pattern up to the middle, where it started wh