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quarta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2012

Imag(in)e


Doug felt really bad all of a sudden. His head was really heavy and he almost fell down.  He was going to faint and he was going to vomit, but with some effort he was able to hold it. He knew what the problem was: Cathy had appeared again.
Cathy was not real, but she existed in his world. Doug felt like crying. Things did not make sense. He became very pale, and despite of his very strong effort, his eyes watered.
Cathy smiled at him at first, but her smile soon turned into a loud laughter, and Doug was quite sure that everybody could hear his imaginary friend. He tried to shut her up, but she was too strong. When he looked into her blue eyes, he could not resist. In that very moment, he was baffled by the power of his mind. “How”, he would ask himself, “how is it possible to create something and get amazed by it?” He felt extremely creative. Sick and creative. His stomach got worse, and to avoid the throwing up, he knelt and folded his abdomen.
People were already staring at him, but some started laughing. At this point, Doug was not ashamed. He continued to feel impressed and he became even more afraid.
The more he tried to get up, the more he felt sick. The waiter ran to meet and help him to get up. By the time he got back on his feet, he looked around and noticed that his books were still resting on his bed, and there were no people, waiter, tables, or even a bar. No blue eyes. There was cold, though. There was cold and sickness.

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