The Ghost of a mad woman
There came through the windows the air; she was sleeping. She moved and her skin breathed the air, she moved slowly, bit by bit. The wind blew, the curtain moved around and brought the air from outside, outside, the other place that she didn’t know and she was keeping her dreams behind all the time.
The night was so long and there were ghosts playing in her mind. One of them was an old man that had a very strong look; he was the first one that liked to play with the secret that she didn’t find and that she was really always looking for, day after day. She woke up and felt a little lazy. All the energy that human life used when they sleep is enough to light a whole city especially when our dreams show us our future, feeling, our ghost. She couldn’t forget that face of the first ghost. “The old man”, before she woke up, had told her. “Live slowly don’t run!” and he had laughed like a crazy man. She prayed like a child afraid that some one would take her soul and that she would never come back, afraid to be in darkness, afraid to life, afraid to die.
Suddenly she went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water. She prepared everything to go to work as always. And tried to forget it (the bad dream). For a moment she entered the real world, the voices began to show her that she wasn’t alone, she was surprised that she was so excited to be there, normally she always was acting like she understood very well the situation of the company but this day she felt alive, living in a office chatting with her friends, she smiled, finally the hours finished. She thought again “back home” what to eat, who was waiting for her, probably where she could go to eat, she was always alone, nobody in human life understood her. At least some cats that always came to eat the breadcrumbs lying in the terrace. Cats speak in reality a secret language that most of the people don’t understand. At the same time they express a silent that speaks about emotion, feelings that make a sad woman feel understood.
Finally she ate, went to the room; when she was taking a bath someone phoned. She looked up to the wall and thought “phone”. Nobody was interested in her, no father no mother no brother or even sister; all the family had disappeared, died, maybe they were lost. She could remember them so she took the phone and heard a very sweet voice that made the air sing say “hello”. She woke up, she was dreaming when she heard this voice, it was someone that had called the wrong number. Finally back in bed, she took a book and began to dream, again. The night was cold and the spirit was playing outside, but this time she didn’t dream with him. ”The old man”. This time there was a child that ran all the time around her and when she wanted to take the child, the child smiled but he didn’t have eyes, she shouted and ran. In two minutes she was in a hospital, many persons walked and took patients to the emergency room; every one in the beds had a skull with very little skin. A mask was wrapped around to protect the face from the energy of the sun that had come on her face, she woke up and cried.
Another day she stood up, alone in her room saw the cat around her legs, she greeted “Sweet dear, you give me the good morning” she said, then she saw the time. She thought “I am late for work” she hurried up, took the bus. In the bus there weren’t many people for a normal day of work, “what happened” she thought. She asked the driver why the bus was so empty; the driver smiled and told her “Dear, this is a normal Saturday “people in
A Saturday meant for her to be alone, alone with no family, no one to talk to. She thought “I will go to the cinema like always, see a movie and then come back home, eat a chocolate and maybe drink a cup of wine or maybe, like every weekend, sit down and read until she finished a book and other book”. Finally she fell asleep…”OPEN YOUR EYES”. She heard a very soft voice calling her, her skin was so soft and sensitive to any change of the weather, then when she looked in the mirror she saw that there was her face looking at her, she touched it, it was a little bit painful to see that face.
The routine killed her. Every day the same people around her, she had a special soul like many people have, but she was very special, she had a beautiful angel inside her, but no one, not any one could see the real child that she was and many times people didn’t understand her just because they were too small-minded.
Back at home the door was open. When she tried to open it, there was water on the floor, she started to clean, something that she was happy to do. Not bad for a routine day, cleaning the kitchen. A voice told her when she was cleaning “Easy Sandra, think.” Think about what or whom? At that moment she started crying and remembered that she was alone, alone.
Locked up in the ghost of her memory, Sandra was dying, she lived in a condition that she could never understand or be told about, dead and living and her dreams, playing with her madness, the madness that made her kill the love of her life and desperate because of guilt. He had had an accident, and she stayed punish with the ghost that she never wanted to see really. One madness full of loneliness.
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