amarianita

I'm writing some weird phrases on my sofa. It's a red crayon and it seems I can easily delete what I write, as it is eraseable.
Can't remember exactly the problem, but it was about remember things, as I have a bad memory for superficial things, but it could be they are ''superficial'' things for me, not for everybody else, so it's better I write them down in order to remember!
So, I was explaining this thought to someone (can't remember who), but when I turn to look at this person, I notice the room is empty!
I'm angry, as I was talking to no one for a lifetime now, and this remind me of Ulysses and his Polyphemus. So I draw a face with one eye and I start to invent a story about it.
More I draw, mountains and rivers and roads, more the story becomes interesting.
I pretend someone is listening to me, even if I know no one is there.
But when I turn back to watch at my imaginary audience, my dog is there.
I'm exceptionally happy and after a while I ask my dog how she could come back from death, as it could be the century discovery.
She can't talk so she takes the crayon and starts to play with it.
I think she is drawing the answer, but she is only hungry and she eats the crayon.
I'm scared it can make her sick, so I put my fingers in her throat and I notice a tumor.
I woke up very sad.