“I don’t want to go home”. His voice, coming somehow from another world, woke her up. She winked confused, realizing she had got lost in her memories, almost falling asleep. They have spent all night on the shore, shooting stars, telling stories about things that would never happen, catching fish with their mind and chasing the nasty mosquitoes which wouldn’t leave them alone. She wasn’t tired. She slowly moved her gaze towards the road to the town, trying to focus on the imposing church rising from all those short, brown, crowded houses starting to awake. It was already 7 o’clock. Peasants were appearing on the streets, going to the Sunday market in the centre, buying cheap things, drinking beer instead of the black, bitter coffee she loved, carrying their loud children with them, making way too much noise for her to bear at that time. She closed her eyes using his hands and slowly slipping them on her face, until they reached her small, soft mouth.
They both smiled.
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