“She’s real, eh? You seein’ any cheerleaders anywhere hea’? You ain’t, are ya?”

Murph is emotionless, I want to challenge his cold heart but my thoughts are far away from argumentation and discussion. My hands squeeze the pillow and I close my eyes to look into the very dark purple.

“Promise me”

Dreaming again, the acknowledgment makes everything ridiculous. With no control over my voice, I watch my dream in revolt, I crave to wake up and get rid of this illusion. Murph’s words cut through me as iron arrows. She is touching my face again. I slowly fall back into the unknown and the ignorance blesses me entirely. My soul slips out, my conscience is far, cozy and abstract.

“Promise me one thing first, João. Promise me you won’t ever again deny that you are beautiful indeed”

The compliment fits my expectations entirely. I want to deny everything so she tries a thousand times to convince me. Her face is an indefectible drawing, and this leaves me no words. There is no language to address her.

“I promise.”