I look through the dressing room. It becomes dull: black, gray and a few spots of color lost in an inappropriate setting. I choose a dress. Straight, narrow and black. It's not like I have too many possibilities. I burn my body and wrap myself in a sweet smell. I'm so bitter it bothers me. I like to feel my skin smooth, the dress slipping easily, the dress caressing my body and the heels giving me wings. What more could I want? The same sweet scent, the same red lipstick, toned nails and tails that finely outline my eyes. I don't care about the world today. I care about myself.
The spacious cafe, a latte machiatto resting in a glass, and cigarette smoke dancing awkwardly around me.
I scattered bitter memories by selling sweet words. I felt the people who would have brought me the moon, I felt the people who would have made the earth stand in place for me. I didn't want the moon, I didn't even want to stop time. I wanted to steal moments of time.
It's as weird as the beautiful autumn. I wish it was always autumn. My soul freezes, everything around me loses its life, and I feel more alive than ever. You thought it was bad of me to make others suffer, including you. We put people on their knees as easily as we breathe. I was selling dreams just like you bought your cola from the corner store. All this without any regret, all this without caring, I was even smiling and I could read the satisfaction in my eyes.
I had felt his presence beside me. He is tall, well made, brown and very smiling.
-Can I take a seat?
-Sure, we're just leaving.
I smiled nicely and was taken away.
