She slept outside on the little rattan couch. It was a beautiful night with a lot of mosquitos. The air was fresh and the sounds of nature were playing the melody of the night. The moon was bright. It must be one or two days after full moon. The moonlight was playing a magical game with the sky, the clouds and the palm trees. She didn't slept through. Woke up several times. Sitting up and seeing the spectacle of the passing night. How colours were changing, how shadows were moving, how nature was alive. She loved it.
The morning started early. With the rise of the sun and the scream of the butterfly. She felt good and rested. The morning sun was nice and warm but not too bright or hot. The life around her started to emerge. Little squirrels were starting their daily business. Birds were welcoming the morning sun. The first butterflies were flying from flower to flower. The old man walked past with the wild buffalo on the leech like every morning. She took a deep breath and enjoyed life.
Life in a moment of peace and understanding.
The last evening became part of her mind. She had to smile. They watched a horrible movie. But they had fun together. It was nice sitting with him together, she shouldn't make it so hard for him. Because its her not him and its not fair on him. She decided to start with her work. The register she had to type was a collection of thousands of sheets. Better to get started. Music were playing in the background. Randomly. It's quite interesting how your mood and your mind reacts to certain melodies, songs and lines. What causes attention. She had to start listening. Not to the music, to the universe. It is there, for her.
And she listened:
The lines of the song telling her story of the last chance to feel again.