From heaven, the light came striking to his eyes. The flowers on his bed couldn’t say much. There was a breeze of coolness in the air, arriving at every corner of the stones. Monday had begun. We could have been fishing or just leaning our feet next to the door. We were watching all of the fish going by, striking gently on our thighs.

As we got closer to the forest, the leaves were starting to leave a trail. With every new step came someone else. How can we tell who they are or how they were? We feel in forwarding momentum. And then we stop, stop exploring, stop tasting. Our buds became numb to one of us. I mean, there could even be a bear next door. Who knows?

The post-its filled the space between myself and the floor — words of wisdom that were coming from above. The clouds kept on making their way to the store. As if they were dancing and jibbing with me, myself alone. Rays came through. In the end, you could see the door. It was half-opened.

I only needed to go through it all.