The sound of the clock ticking, reminding her that this i...

The sound of the clock ticking, reminding her that this is yet another morning she should get up. The white covers against her even whiter skin reminds her that she hasn’t tanned in awhile. The phone lights up, and she knows it’s that time of the day, this will be any second now. She stretches her body, gracefully, like a cat. Feline movement in itself is an art. It comes naturally to her, just like her independence, her desire to stay distant from people, always watching, observing. 

I read the news on my phone, scroll down, look for something interesting on Twitter. The sunlight from the squared window is enough, and I notice that the light accentuates her golden strands. The sunlight pushes me to start the day, and the cat comes near me, asking for a treat. Big eyes look up at me, impatiently. I am caught between two worlds, reality and imagination. The distance between both is immeasurable. 

There are five ways to say I am still alive. But only one way to feel it. The words fail, and the body knows best.