Friday, 13 March 2015

Dream Journal: 5. It's forbidden.

I was explaining it to her, but there was no way for the girl to understand it. "Do you want me draw it?" I asked while picking the huge book she was reading. In a corner, where the graphic was, I pointed out some particular points by writing with my pen. "Do you understand it now?" I asked again. There was no need to answer; I had commited a foolish act.

I'd become a pariah, I'd be damned and condemned to the seven hells for doing something as cruel and horrible as that. I had used a pen on one of the bibliotheke's book.

Then I woke up.

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