At that time, when you are laying down in your bed, closing your eyes, fighting with your mind and trying to convince it to rest, my brain lives like a nightmare.All little noises became thunders and the breeze hits my skin. I can't silence that voice, that voice that tells me what to think, what to do and what to feel. Be quiet and let me fall asleep because I want to see him again. Let me dream with him again.
And if I make it... If I can see him again and you dare to wake me up, I will... I will...
What did I dream today?
I forgot.
