Maxime will see him in all colors. Missed appointments, increased anxiety, rabbit stew that simmers in the absence, pending inconceivable. One night, after the end of this story is still unfinished, she wakes up. The atmosphere is strange, it is in a bed that is not his, yet this room is his. A sort of mist filled the room. Something sweet emerges. It is absent at his side, yet she feels his presence-absence. She leaves swaying slightly worn by the surf. Abandoned
between waking and sleep, she slips on the slopes of the thoughts that do not speak, who do as they please.
Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid flowing between her thighs! She stands up, dismisses the sheets and horrified discovered a fetus lying in a puddle of blood. In swimming, she wakes up suddenly, rejects the sheets, look between her thighs. Sheets are pure white. It was a dream within a dream.
Mathilda gets up and creeps directly in the shower. An irrepressible need to wash. Hot water removes the dross of the past experiencing this dream.
Surprisingly, she feels at peace. She no longer has a stomach ache. Mathilda returns to normal. Just yesterday, there she was wandering in the limbo of thwarted love, she was suffering, and there, just the smile back Maxime move him. She pinches. No, everything is fine. She breathes.
But what's all this weird? It does not always explained how it was caught on the boundaries of the intolerable. And the sudden disappearance of so many emotions. This dream can be interpreted easily. She felt every day he was staying there at the pit of his stomach. It seems natural that it expels to dislodge. His subconscious has worked for her.
Mathilda is so far arrested. She turns in all directions a semblance of explanation. In their first night, their unconscious were mixed, the neurosis has found one answer in each other's neurosis? Admissible, but hey, why her, why him? She thinks of his strength from the beginning, she did not want him. Fond interpretations psycho-foo-things, Mathilda continues its investigation. His mother did not desire him when he was conceived, to seek abortions? All accumulate a lot of answers but this is very nebulous.
The morning is coming to an end, the phone rings. It's Maxim. He seems upset. Itself is very embarrassed, she wants to put an end immediately to this story that has no meaning for her. She is preparing to break definitively internally. That's all, not even the shadow of a comma. She was surprised to feel so confident.
He speaks, and in a monologue, she recounts the strange dream he just made. He arrives at the art gallery, goes into his office et découvre deux inconnus en train de copuler. Désagréablement surpris, il est pris de nausées, sa tête tourne. La pièce se remplit de signes noirs, des + et des - envahissent le bureau, de plus en plus nombreux. Il n'arrive plus à respirer, il sent qu'il va mourir. Dans son affolement il aperçoit un grand trou dans le sol. Il s'y jette comme absorbé. Il dégringole dans ce puits sans fond, ses mains ripent contre la paroi. Il veut se raccrocher. Il va mourir... Dans un dernier sursaut, ça y est il s'accroche... Et se réveille.
... Silence.
Dans l'esprit de Mathilda, tout va très vite. Elle a vite fait de trouver du lien entre leurs deux rêves surgis au même moment. She tells him his.
They both remain voiceless. Moved, he listens attentively. A rambling, they mention all the hypotheses, gathering all the facts particularly strange seen and felt by Mathilda during the three months just passed. It also accepts
break. Accepts that this story was built on the bases and unusual distortion with reality.
They can not hang up. They connect to MSN. In their respective webcam they cross their eyes misted. He smiled one last time. She cracks one last time. So smile, emotion is at its height, the tears roll ...
For the sake of appeasement, and make beautiful the end of the story, she tapped on his keyboard: " And if you had been my son in a previous life?" I do not really believe, but, What If? That would explain it .. . "
He did not give the eye while answering: "Yes , we'll put it like that, I'm fine. Sufficiently twisted It's to stop all these unanswered questions. And paradoxically, I find a rational answer. But one would have known where and when ?
In her reply: "At Pompeii there in 1900 eighty six years ... "In
shared a smile, they turn off the computer.
waves would they have the power to allow for unlikely reunion? ...
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