They could feel your way of help, as if you had posted something important about them. While in fact it was their own system attempting to correct itself back and found it's way.
When the ceremony was finished, the casual attitude was still with him, in the very same room. In a brown sweater he sat and moved comfortably, as if he knew his own room very well and was used to it.
There were still a few people missing, and a few whose help was either not sufficient or consisting of weird and unregular, somewhat stupid advice. Yet it was felt they could do what they did.
As you know me, I wrote this story. If you feel somewhat connected to it, it has to do with that room, ok? The ceremony was still closing itself as the evening continued.
The moon rose behind the window and started to sing it's tune. It was seen as a black mist thru the shady clouds, sometimes following the moon, sometimes layering upon it with the wind.
The clouds were shaking in disgust as te treetops started to move in even heavier wind. It was dark outside.
"Now it's my turn, " said the young woman. She took the dice, rolled it and threw. Number 6.
It was still late in the night and we were laughing. Somebody opened the window and cold air was then blowing in.
As if the weather dictated the evening, I had to play piano to it. As usual, I found myself alone in the room, the memories of others gone with them, they had run out into the night.
The correct shape was the dream, the nap under the piano which I now took. Yet someone was now standing at the door, and the small light was on in the kitchen corner.
She was an important woman. She could not come further from the doorway. I wanted to sleep but she just stood there, and the small light was on.
"Hello. Please go away," I said.
"No, I won't," said she.
The drum started to speak. "Once upon a time in the rainforest, she was not there. She would like to meet you."
"She's a foreigner and I don't like her," I replied.
The weather! Now it started to rain.
"I wish the younger woman was back," I said.
"No." Said the important woman on the doorway.
She turned her towards the direction of me and told something in her own language which I could not understand.
I let her wait in the half-dark room and she is still there. I attempt to sleep in the corner under the piano. I felt it would protect my vibration.
"Maybe in the morning I can escape" I thought.
"Sure," said the woman. "Go out. The door is there." And she pointed to the door.
The weather was raining. I felt how bad it must be for me in her opinion. I needed to have a bad experience cause she felt I must have a bad experience. The rain was cold indeed.
Finally I came back.
"What a stupid mother," I told her.
There was white light between us that absorbed me. She couldn't help but to cancel all of this.
THE END
