Have you ever dreamed of falling off a cliff? Yes? No?
It's a shame if you've never experienced it.
The wind caressing my skin feels so real, the vertigo when I lean over to see the bottom…
"Ah, I'm getting chills."
I've been having these kinds of dreams a lot lately. I talked about it with Mami, laughing, but she just scolded me, implying that I take it too lightly, that I see it as a game.
"You old hag, if that's what you wanted…"
I looked up at the sky as I backed away, getting closer to the precipice. My heart was pounding, my feet were starting to lose contact with the ground beneath them.
"My God…"
I let myself fall. But at that moment, I stretched out my arm as if someone were going to grab it. I closed my eyes, preparing myself as usual to wake up… but a hand grabbed my arm. The scenery changed abruptly: from the cliff by the sea, I found myself in a bedroom from the monarchical era.
My savior—if I can call him that—sent me flying near the chest of drawers, scratching my arm. He seemed to be spouting insults, judging by the way he was waving his hands. I couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.
The bastard noticed. Beside himself with rage, he grabbed my hair and shook me, before dropping me like a common slave who hadn't been a "good girl" for her master. His mouth kept opening, but I couldn't hear anything, only an irritating silence. So I got up and teased the chatterbox a little:
"You're too talkative today." "
I confess, I didn't really mean what I said. To be honest, I don't know this guy. And where on earth would I meet someone so impetuous in my ordinary, mundane life?
After a few seconds lost in thought, the man stepped back, as if frightened… no, disgusted. So why was he smiling?
As he stepped back, he bumped into a vase behind him. The shards scattered everywhere, forming an almost delightful scene before me.
To thank my dear savior, I showed him my true face, unfiltered, the whole of me, with a little souvenir he would never forget if we ever met again.
"Hey you… why did you stop me from breaking myself?"