Liberation Room

I have plenty of time now that I'm done. I direct my steps to the bedroom and take a shower. Before entering the bathroom I check the phone, it's a message from Mila announcing her arrival home. Tired from last night's outing, she informs that she will sleep. I answer him and leave the device in the middle of the bed.

A cold waterfall moves over my muscles, directing the direction above my dorsal. The sweat goes away, the fatigue lightens, even if it hasn't been a hard day. I return to the room, I regain consciousness, after a brief trip. I dress at the speed of light. Immediately afterwards, I leave and go in search of that which has left me with uncertainty. The effect is not reversed, I keep thinking about it, it doesn't stop spinning in my head. The sketch is still on the coffee table, there I have placed it, undecided whether or not to leave it in that place.

Maybe Silvain will be angry with me, it was best to leave him where he was, maybe I've already cleaned. Th