Beautiful couple

Music flowed around the living room. He hummed quietly with. Some crackling sounds, mixed with the low-key trumpet to Chet Baker. He turned his head and looked at the sub-light stood and flickered on the coffee table. It was just before it was completely burned down. But he did not care anything about it. He closed his eyes.

He yelled at the armchair. Once again he had dreamed something terrible. He tried to conjure up what he had dreamed, but he remembered only fragments of that dreadful dream.

He recalled that he was standing next to a young woman. He tried to remember her face. But he did not manage it. The next thing he remembered, was a beautiful evening with a downward, scarlet sun. He had taken the woman hand. Suddenly as they stood there, exploded the sky, in all colors of the rainbow. They had been sucked up against the crackling atmosphere. He would not release her hand. But finally they were torn away from each other. He lost sight of her. The next thing he remembered was that he sat on a sandy beach and holding a child in her arms. It cried so much and intense. Then came the young woman again. She took the child in from him and ran down to the water. He shouted after her. But she disappeared in the waves and disappeared for him. He tried to get up. But he could not. He tried to crawl forward in the warm sand. But it did not. He got no place ...

He yawned heavily, when he got up from his armchair and walked over the living room floor. He stopped and ran his fingers through the thin, gray hair. The deep wrinkles on his face, said he had lived a long and laborious life.

He looked at the woman lying on the couch. She had a thin blanket over himself. A faint light strip fell over her thin, pale face her. The transparent hands, lay neatly folded on her stomach her. A sorrowful mine over his face. He stood for a few seconds on the floor, before he walked over to the coffee table. He stared at the vivid yellow flame. His eyes got a glossy sheen.