Hello HIVERS

Every time we close our eyes it is worth asking ourselves if we are really living in the world where we believe, and better yet, in the world where we want.

Today I bring you my first micro story of this year, I hope you like it.

Hola HIVERS

Cada vez que cerramos los ojos vale la pena preguntarnos si realmente estamos viviendo en el mundo donde creemos, y mejor aún, en el mundo donde queremos.

Hoy les traigo mi primer micro cuento de este año, espero les guste.

I dream that I am awake - micro story

Diana, put on her checkered suit that day, smelled of the mothballs she had placed months ago in her closet so that the insects wouldn't damage her clothes, a cold breeze came through the window that half showed a gray sky that promised a rainy day.

She went down the stairs, little by little she was feeling the aroma of coffee that surely her grandmother had already prepared; her grandmother always stopped before everyone else, she did an endless number of things before dawn, Diana had always felt that her grandmother's days had more hours than everyone else's.

After drinking the coffee, she opened the door and remembered that she didn't have her umbrella with her, she went back to get it, just at that moment she received a notification on her phone, she had to respond.

Little by little thousands of sounds and signs were taking over her agenda, Diana started to feel that she was suffocating, she felt that she was entering a slow dimension where everyone was due but her, even though she tried to answer or post quickly, she felt that it was becoming infinitely endless, she just wanted to go out and breathe, she just wanted to go out and take a walk; look at the trees, listen to the birds.

Diana felt dizzy, she could breathe less and less, she felt that her world was pressing her to the point that she no longer knew who she was, so when she had a little strength she took her cell phone and threw it as far as she could from the window, the sound of the broken screen made her feel an inexplicable freedom.

It was 6 a.m., the sound of the alarm of Diana's Android woke her up, with sadness she noticed that everything had been a dream, she answered the first whatsaap, placed a picture of her coffee and sighed knowing she was prey to a perpetual illusion from which she would never know how to wake up.

Thank you for taking valuable time out of your life to read me

A hug for you

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ESP

Sueño que estoy despierta - Cuento corto

Diana, se puso su traje de cuadros ese día, olía a la naftalina que había colocado hace meses en su armario para que los insectos no dañaran su ropa, una brisa fría se colaba por la ventana que mostraba a medias un cielo gris que prometía un día lluvioso.

Bajó las escaleras, poco a poco iba sintiendo el aroma a café que seguramente su abuela ya había preparado; su abuela siempre se paraba antes que todos, realizaba un sinfín de cosas antes del amanecer, a Diana siempre le había parecido que los días de su abuela tenían más horas de las que tenían los de todos.

Luego de tomar el café, abrió la puerta y recordó que no llevaba su paraguas, se devolvió a buscarlo, justo en ese momento recibió una notificación en su teléfono, debía responder.

Poco a poco miles de sonidos y señales se fueron apoderando de su agenda, Diana empezó a sentir que se asfixiaba, sentía que entraba en una dimensión lenta donde se debía a todos menos a ella, aunque trataba de responder o publicar rápidamente, sentía que se volvía infinitamente interminable, ella solo quería salir y respirar, ella sólo quería salir y dar un paseo; mirar los árboles, escuchar los pájaros.

Diana se sintió mareada, cada vez podía respirar menos, sentía que su mundo la apretaba al punto de no saber ya quien era, así que cuando tuvo un poco de fuerzas tomó el móvil y lo lanzó lo más lejos que pudo desde la ventana, el sonido de la pantalla rota la hizo sentir una libertad inexplicable.

Eran las 6 de la mañana, el sonido de la alarma del Android de Diana la despertó, con tristeza notó que todo había sido un sueño, respondió el primer whatsaap, colocó una foto de su café y suspiró sabiéndose presa de una ilusión perpetua de la que nunca sabrá como despertar.

Gracias por dedicar tiempo valioso de tu vida a leerme

Un abrazo para ti

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