When he oppened his eyes, the darkness was all around. Dazend, too tired to move... he fell down. "What's happened? Is that real?". He can't be sure. Confused between dream and hope, he let his mind fly away. But his body still lay down, all tired up.
Suddenly, he was sit with his father, talking about his car. It's an old car, but a good one. His mother appeared with a tray fill with money, and said "take this, son. Buy a new car to youself". He smiled and said "thanks, mom, but I don't need money, I can fly!".
"Wait! This can't be true! I must get up..." slowly, he oppened his eyes. Dizzy, and afraid, worried about his next step. The darkness was fading. But he's weak, and did not fight when the ties covered his head. So, he fell again.
Lost in nowhere, he can't saw anything, but he felt everything. he felt cold. He felt hungry. And he felt that something was wrong. A sound starts inside his head. Constant, annoy, loud. It's a ring. It's the same ring that's bring he back, every day!
Furious, he oppened his eyes once again. Threw the blanket, that was tied him. He got out the bed, goes to the bathroom, and looked at the mirror.
He saw the face of a lifeless man. He saw regret. Look defeated. Look like the soul lives the body by his on.
With a pain in the chest, he goes to the work...
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