You sleep until late. You wake up and float to the kitchen, being careful not to hit your head with the door frame. While you take your breakfast, you see some pictures in the coffee table and you recognize yourself on them. Smiles. Coffee sips. You love summer photos.
You skim through the pictures and suddenly stop, alarmed. What is this little character doing next to you in that photo? Why is he walking? Why is he smiling? You run to find a magnifying glass and confirm his presence in those improbable spaces. More coffee sips. Outside, the birds sing a tune. Is gonna be a long day.
