amarianita

I'm talking about some books I want to read with my sister.
The sofa we are sitting on is full of books.
At once she goes to the window and looks out. She asks me if I heard that weird sound.
But there is some music in the room so I say no and I keep going through the books, looking for something interesting.
My sister comes back and she finds a book about bees and honey. I say it would be really boring reading about it, as it's enough to see a documentary, instead of losing time on that book.
She agrees, but I see she takes the book and I think that I should pretend to approve some decision of her, as it's about her life, not mine.
So I pretend to be interested in her book, but she says to let it go, that she knows why I'm doing it.
I feel ashamed, and I say that actually I don't care a lot about her bees and we laugh a lot.
Then I find a book about stones and she says that my eyes became bright when I read Stones in the World.
We laugh again, but in the meanwhile I hear that sound she was talking about before.
We look each other and at once we start to run in order to go out, as we recognised the whistling of my dad, when we were kids and he came back home.
But as we go down the stairs I start to feel sick, as the steps start to move under my feet and I fall down and wake up.