When he first awoke from the deep sleep, it was with surprise. Not a question of terror but of memory. He didn't know he still remembered that time, the time when things were happening. Ella's thoughts as she lay next to him. He had this vivid vision that tells the story of her rolling in slow motion from their bed to the floor. He remembered seeing her start to fall, she did this often among their nights and dreams. The precursor to his sleep-induced leap onto the cold tiled floor was a still movement that he often called movement. She started with her butt, then her thighs, followed by a slight movement of her feet, straddling them. That's when he realized Ella was about to suddenly roll awake. She always asked and he never told her, but that's how he knew how to catch her. She opened her eyes just as she began to leave the bed, and his arm was around her waist, holding her back from the surprise of the night. always rolling over and cuddling with him afterwards, comforted by the fact that he knew she was about to fall out of bed in her sleep. She, the embreyo of his care, conscious and patient to the needs of the one he loved. There are times when we all feel alive. These moments belonged to Ella and her others. He likes these kinds of dreams. They help him remember what life was like when things had meaning. Sense. Oh, where have you gone? Advocating the decimation of man for the sake of profitable war, without fearing the wrath of universal law, proves that sense abandoned humanity long before we bound the earth and it bound us. He didn't succeed that way, this man thought. It wasn't his choice. But I'm tied to this rock near the sun, just like you. And it would only take one breath to remove your bonds. If Mother Earth sneezed, you would be... in the middle of a paper... written after and before it. She spoke again. A harsh reality, if I may say so? He looked at her. What is this ? Dr. Morena Ellin had a way. She seemed to be moving forward without taking a step. His words were wisely absurd, clever and foolish. You are one of the few to have inherited the Earth. It was felt. How many people are left? As far as we know, half a million. Probably less. She headed towards the door. I'll see you tomorrow for your check-up. Someone should stop by to help you get settled in here and cook you a meal. That's assuming you don't escalate on us and turn into a combustible pile of burning flesh in the next few hours. He considered himself a funny man when he was alive before, but given the circumstances, he didn't find it funny. She turned as she left. the door. Read. Your history awaits you.