Glimpse of The Past
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(Vittouri and Franciskus)(1)
Silently and carefully, hand in hand, without our slippers made in wood on our feet, Franciskus and I escaped our snoring parents, our sleep in the middle of the night to venture again in the lake where we used to bath in the daylight. However, there’s something about the night, about the dark that concealed us. As if we couldn’t be seen, as if our thoughts and emotions are hidden. We laughed as we run together, like we were children not on the verge of our adolescence. The moon was out, and it was full, shining brightly on our faces. Together with the tress, the grass, the moon have always witnessed our little secret in the middle of the night.
“C’mon, faster Vi, we need to make the time worth our losing sleep!” He shouted when I w
