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A Midnight Run

Last night I had that nightmare again. It was not a horrible nightmare; it was pretty childish in fact. But whenever I dream it, I can’t go back to sleep. No matter the time, or how long I’ve been sleeping, I’m fully awake; no drowsiness at all.

It was 3 a.m. when I woke up. I slid out of bed trying not to wake her up. She was in a deep sleep and looked so peaceful that I stood by the bed for a while, admiring her features. The light from a street lamp leaked through the blinds and illuminated her face. It struck me that she was even more beautiful than I remembered. I felt a sharp pain thinking about how we’ve been arguing for stupid things over the last months, how our relationship seemed to be fading, like the tiny light of a candle that has burned all its wax.

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. The orange glow hit my eyes and I had to squint a bit. I drank two glasses of orange juice in just a couple of gulps. I’m always dying of thirst whenever I wake up after the nightmare. I didn’t know what to do the rest of the night. Sometimes I just go to the sofa and read, others I put on headphones and listen to music and others I simply stare blankly at the TV.
But last night it was different. I was full of energy. I took a look out the window to see if it was raining but, luckily for me, it wasn’t, so I decided to go out running. I put on my tracksuit and trainers. It was a cold winter’s night, so I also wore a woollen hat, a scarf and thick gloves. I left her a note in case she’d wake up before I returned.
When I went out, the sky was still pitch black. I started running, slowly at first, just to warm up a bit. The streets were deserted. I only saw one guy sweeping the streets and the garbage truck and soon I was at the park. It is a small hill covered with trees that was left oddly untouched, surrounded by the city buildings, apart from and old castle on top of it.

I ran and ran but my energy was still high, so I carried on. The silence of the city sleeping was quite absorbing so I lost track of the time. My mind was concentrated on the path ahead of me. The ground was muddy from the last days’ rain and I had to be careful and not step into puddles.

Three hours later I was exhausted. But I didn’t feel progressively tired; the tiredness hit me all at once. My legs ached like hell and I couldn’t run one step further. I was at the top of the hill and collapsed on a stone bench. I rested there long enough to recover. Daylight was starting to fill the sky. I watched a long cargo ship sailing across the vast ocean. I felt totally at ease for the first time in ages.

On the way back home I stopped at a bakery to buy some freshly baked pastries. When I arrived home she was still sleeping so I showered under almost boiling hot water. Then I went to the kitchen and made coffee. I carried the tray with coffee and pastries to the bed and woke her up. She stretched a bit, yawned twice, and then looked at me surprised. “What are we celebrating?” she asked. “Life, what else?” I replied with a smile. We had breakfast and felt sure that everything would be ok.

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from Those words broke our hearts, released March 10, 2017

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