The Dream

Fire. I can only remember the fire. Fire around my body. Fire around my skin. Fire around my head and my hair... My clothes on fire. Burning. 

Then, when I woke up screaming, he was there. He was looking at me with that wry smile. The fire, instead, was in his eyes.

'What's wrong?' he asked me. I looked into his face and I turned around and closed my eyes. He was so exasperating.

'What's wrong?' he insisted. 

So exasperating.

I didn't want to answer him, so I thought about other things. Job. Friends. Travels. I had to travel to Las Vegas on the next day to take a document that someone called Robert Begnini stole to me.

'Sweets dreams' he laughed. 

'Fuck you'.

The shadow laughed again and I fell asleep.