Lo so -1

(Lucia: today)

I open my eyes suddenly and am taken for a short moment by panic. I do not recognize the room or the sheets where I am lying.

I put my hands on my face and let out a deep sigh.

Merda.

I spent the night with Elio.

No, it's not that.

We went to his apartment to have breakfast.

Then he arranged for me to work from his place.

We had lunch, then dinner, and then nothing.

I fell asleep on the couch in his living room.

I lift the blanket and almost squeal with relief when I realize I am wearing clothes.

I get up but sit on the edge of the bed. I take a moment to let my feet sink into the soft carpet of the room. I move my head to get rid of the stiffness in my neck and can't help but run a hand through my short hair.

I have been dreaming all night.

I dreamed of my youth, of Elio, of us.

Why?

I never dreamed of that.

I never needed or wanted it. It's as if my brain was making me remember something important.

Something that would have happened eleven years ago.