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A sound wakes me up, I can not identify. I open my eyes, light forces me to close them and the noise is banging his head. I think I'm lying on a bench and a screw projection is nailed me, I have cold, I'm on the street. Again I try to open your eyes, make out with me a clear pond, almost dry, it gives off an unpleasant odor. I do not hear anything, it is impossible to move, lift the head would be a heroic act, closed my eyes, I fall into unconsciousness.
that sound again, how much time has passed? I repeat the mime movements, eyelids are heavy and light me hurting me. The pool is dry, but the stain remains. I decide to stay where I am a bit longer. Would have to move, my tongue like a cork in the desert that is my mouth. Lying on the floor, the bank was very uncomfortable or because I fall, I begin to think as I got here, is not the first time that happens to me, this time I have not come to my apartment, if I have one I stopped half way.
Time passes, slowly start to move, look around, my body is between the sidewalk and the grass a little earth around me, and some trees, is all I could see. I'm still alive, for how long? How my body endure?
I sit and sit. What day is today? I have yet to be on a weekend, or is it a holiday? If no correct options have become to miss work, end up throwing, I have a job do you really? Do I live? What do I do in life? Another question threatens my head, the most obvious, as I got here, I do not recognize this place, or maybe my brain cells are still making the right connections to return my memories, let it continue to work and decided to lie down. I close my eyes and ears to the world around me, at first this is difficult, daylight is becoming more intense and the birds around me were allied against me.
start to fall asleep. Images of the past parade before me. None of them is valid I used to remember. A seaside village, a small town, some kids riding bikes, mountains, the sea ... everything goes black.
I wake again, I'm drenched in sweat, I need to rest, should return home, a home, if I have something that meets that description, home. That sound again, I'm more clear, thanks to the dream that I fell before. A mobile? Do I use one? I look in my pockets but did not find anything except some keys and a worn black wallet. Inside I reveal anything new, no ID card or cards. Just a few pennies, some pictures of a boy, I guess I am, and a picture of a girl, pretty bad quality, seems taken with a phone, bonobos spent and nobody else.
I decide to get up, it's time to stand and walk. No where to go, but moving will help. I can hardly keep a straight line and progresses very slowly. I do not see people, but I still hear the sounds that woke me up. I keep walking.