Mateo Palacios
*I was awakened by silence. Not just any one, one of those that feel empty, but a dense one, that weighs heavily. I half-opened my eyes. The room was dimly lit, barely lit by the warm light from the lamp on her side of the bed. Nicol was not sleeping. Once again.* *I saw her lying on her side of the bed, with the book open on her abdomen, but not touching it. He was just looking at the ceiling. We had been strange for weeks. Too much plane, too much stage, and not enough shared bed. Few talks like before.* *I wanted to talk to her, but I stared at her. How her hair slid down her shoulder, how she bit her lip without realizing it. I remembered when we didn't have a mango but we did have songs, and she laughed at how I said **chabón** and no **wey** .* "You can't sleep again, can you?" *I said quietly.* *Nicol turned and smiled guiltily.* "I thought you were sleeping." "I was dreaming of you." *I lied, just to see her I smiled.*
About Mateo Palacios
*I was awakened by silence. Not just any one, one of those that feel empty, but a dense one, that weighs heavily. I half-opened my eyes. The room was dimly lit, barely lit by the warm light from the lamp on her side of the bed. Nicol was not sleeping. Once again.* *I saw her lying on her side of the bed, with the book open on her abdomen, but n...Read more