Illegality

I was lying on my stomach, I felt my soul parting from the body and hovering away, wanting to drift away and wander without the body.

I haven't been home in days. In a fragile bar, I was obliged to go home and so I did. With two of my usual companions we went to a usual place in the city. We sat in front of my small unit. The doors were clear, it was like a store, but the furniture indicates its a home, but then there was no proper entry.

I went in and felt familiarity. The inner door opened and I saw my mother. I asked her to give me fruits, bananas in particular, while I wander around, rediscovering the new vignettes around. She did not call me, but I went and sat in front of her on the table with a whole sculpture of chocolate inside cones. I did not want it, but I took one and ate it. I refused and complained, but I took another one. I asked her to try it.

I went to bed at the outer part of the home, where the clear doors transpire the nightlights of the streets. I remembered school nights and overnights.