Universos

- Wake up! - calls my mother, sneaking into my room to wake me up for another "wonderful" day in my life, which can be summed up as being a twenty-year-old student of literature who is unemployed and can't find a job at all, and who is now forced to take care of the "splendid" family radiator store for her, or rather, for my complete and genuine joy, only not! - Hi Mom... -I speak still sleepy and very stunned by the weird dream I had during the night, which is completely normal, since I was a child I have these kinds of crazy dreams, but tonight in particular was different, it was vivid, intense, extremely long, confusing and the only thing I remember clearly is a lion with a golden mane appearing to be more than 20 meters tall with completely white and glowing eyes, his body was like a brown wear, with gigantic sharp claws, I was staring at him still, completely petrified in front of this furious monster, in my right hand was a slightly curved and long sword with matte black blade and the only thought that permeated my mind was: I must kill him before he kills me! But that can't mean anything, I bet it's just another one of those crazy dreams, and if I were to tell you each one you would be shocked at how many random things my head can produce when my body is at rest. Well, I got out of bed, still a little groggy, perhaps because of the intensity that the sunlight irradiated in my excessively white and small room that only contained my bed and a mini table accompanied by a black chair. I went to my brother's room, which unlike mine was dark, and picked up the first pair of pants and the first shirt I saw in front of me. Detail, my clothes stay in my brother's closet because I have no money to buy one, another one of the wonderful things in my life. Around 8 o'clock in the morning there I was, sitting in front of the PC of the quiet, cramped and old family store counting the days to get a real job and finally have my so dreamed financial independence, when suddenly I start to hear footsteps coming from somewhere in my direction. I look over the monitor to see where these footsteps were coming from, but nothing appeared in my field of vision, totally ignoring the sound that was probably produced by someone who is just strolling along the sidewalk of the store heading somewhere that is not convenient for me to know, I turn all my attention to the e-mail that I must urgently send to Mayana Construções that refuses to pay the last bill generated more than a month ago. I was there concentrating on the sound of my fast fingers running across the keys of the antique keyboard in front of me until out of nowhere a hand grabbed my leg and a very shrill voice began to bark ferociously and ridiculously loud, my whole body shakes, my heartbeat speeds up, my eyebrows arch and a terrified sigh comes out of my mouth. I look down and find myself face to face with an almost shiny bald head that still had the last white hairs along the center of it, and then I hear an infectious laugh that has long been familiar to me. - Hey nigga, is it raining today or is it just windy? - says Grandpa Silas between laughs and lifting his average body and placing erect his elegant and respectable belly, I mean, abdomen. - It's only windy, Grandpa... -Answering also between laughs, I then give him a big bear hug, the funniest and most adventurous grandfather ever. - Negona, can I get the pliers to fix something in the motor home? -he says, pointing to the back of the store where my father's tools are kept. - Yes, Grandpa... Soon afterwards Grandpa disappears into the back of the store to select the one he liked best among the many pliers on the shelf. Minutes later he passes by, still showing off his elegant belly, I mean, his round abdomen that filled all his black button-down shirt that formed a fun set with his beige pants and his dark brown shoes. - Thanks negona! - You're welcome Grandpa! And have a nice day! -I say, getting up from the chair and raising my voice. After the short dialogue I return my attention to the keyboard in order to finish my routine tasks which can be summed up as: sending the e-mails, checking the store's e-mail inbox, checking the accounts that are open, calling the customers who haven't paid yet and helping my father Mr. Julian Marcus to get the tools, helping to test radiators among other very tiring and completely monotonous tasks... I finish completing the first four items on the above list and finally relax in my chair knowing that at least four of the items have been completed. I finish completing the first four items on the list above and finally relax in my chair with the certainty that at least four things in my day have already been accomplished. I enter my personal page of a famous social network to inform me of the world around me and soon I realize that there is a message for me stirring my instincts of curiosity about its content, I click quickly on the message and see that it is nothing more than a message from Sarah that in a very direct way brought the following sentence: "Tonight at 8:30 we are going to church" I raised one of my eyebrows because of the strange message sent by Sarah, she doesn't usually send me messages like this, so I was extremely confused, I would even say I was stunned. I then decide to send her a message demanding explanations, after all, what did it mean? Was she inviting me to go to church on Monday? But why so late? You see, the service usually starts around 7:30 so going to the service at 8:30 would be kind of incoherent, but okay! I straightened my fingers and started writing. "Hi Sarah, there is no service today, you crazy woman. What do you want to do at church at 8:30 on a Monday?" Exactly three seconds later Sarah answers me: "We're not going to the service, we're just going to meet at the church..." Curiously curious I decide to try to extract more information: "Huh? And we are going where, may I know Miss Mystery?" "It's kind of complicated to explain it here, it has to be in person" - she answers "And you can't wait until Saturday or Sunday?" "Christiny, it's urgent so please wait for me at 8:30 in front of the church Bjs xau!" And in this somewhat turbulent way our quick conversation comes to an end, I don't even dare to ask her why she is so rude, I bet she is stressed about something and my series of questions to know what was going on must have made her a little, I mean, very stressed. I ignore the fact and go on concentrating even more on the news and I come across something at least different, it was a story about the theory of parallel universes that supposedly exist in our world, a complete and useless nonsense! Why would anyone in their right mind write such a bedtime story? And even worse, who would have the capacity to believe such a lie? Slightly disgusted and bored with this little lie, I follow the news feed. The hours go by and my father, who arrived five minutes after I found that silly news, is still sitting in his metal chair at the door of the store, which once again only earned him a few bucks, enough to buy bread and milk for today and tomorrow morning, but unfortunately not to pay the store's bills that already exceed 15 thousand reais! Yes, we are practically at the bottom of the can and we don't know how long we will have to stay there experiencing all its fetid humidity and biting cold. - Chris, it's already over five o'clock, turn off your computer and go home. I'll buy the bread and milk. - Announces my sad old father. - All right, Dad. -I speak and then immediately turn off the computer, get my old and battered pink and white bike with broken left brake and finally go home a little sad because of the financial situation of my family. God knows if one day we will turn things around and all of this will be a mere vague memory... I arrive home in about 30 minutes and knock on the gate to hear the barking and grumbling of my little dog named Sausage, who got his name because he literally looks like a sausage with little legs, a long snout, droopy ears and an eternal intelligence. The dense reddish gate belonging to my parents' new suburban home opened revealing firstly the wiener, agitated and jumping, and then my mother with her old pair of very large black-framed glasses, black hair straightened to shoulder height, she was wearing her old and worn out jeans shorts, a white sleeveless blouse and on her small feet a pair of black slippers with pink flowers. - Hi mamis! - I speak getting on the bike and being careful not to let the wiener get away, he loves to make me chase him around the neighborhood. - Hi mommy's printi! -She answers while the wiener can't stop jumping and grunting. - Hi to you too salsi! I enter the house and close the gate, guided by sausage that does not stop running around me, I enter the house and hear my cell phone ringing, I take it out of my pocket, still lazy to check who is calling me at that time. - Hello? - Christiny, this is Sarah, things got out of control, come to the church as fast as you can, Lary and I are waiting for you. - But hey, what happened? What things? Come on - Hi to you too salsi! I enter the house and close the gate, guided by sausage that does not stop running around me I enter the house and hear my cell phone ring, I take it out of my pocket still lazy to check who is calling me at that time. - Hello? - Christiny, this is Sarah, things got out of control, come to the church as fast as you can, Lary and I are waiting for you. - But hey, what happened? What things? Come on, explain it to me! -There's no way to explain! Just come for the love of God, I don't know what to do! -Sarah says even more desperate, which makes me extremely worried. I leave my cell phone on the brown couch to my right and desperately run to my room and grab a red jacket, dark jeans and a three quarter sleeve shirt with black and white stripes and run to the bathroom, take a quick shower and put on the clothes I chose earlier, go back to my room and put on my old pair of black all stars, get my glasses and my brown bag where I put almost everything and go back to the kitchen and get three apples in case I get hungry. I was about to leave when a voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the deodorant, I go back to my room and pass the same but something in me said that this was not enough so I keep the big can in my purse and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste. After getting all these things, I go back to the room and grab my cell phone and then my bike, I sink my hands into one of the pockets of my purse and snatch a set of keys that were compatible with the house keys and next to these were the key to the lock of my bike. - Daughter, where are you going in such a hurry? - asks my mother with concern. - Relax mom, Sarah has a problem and asked for my help, I'll be back before dinner! - Okay daughter, go with God, mommy loves you! - I love you too mommy! - I speak with my heart squeezed by a pain that I could not identify, that was ridiculous, in less than two hours I would be back, what so bad could happen to me in two hours. I open the gate and walk towards the church that is very, very far from my house.