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I had the book in my hands.
Once again, I was stunned. Perhaps the capsule of Doctor Marius allowed miracles. Since the morning, I was hardly tired, and I was in no way tormented by pain.
It was strange to experience one reality when you were used to another. However, I tried to enjoy it until the effects wore off, and I fell back into my usual gloom.
I had just finished the book. My nostrils throbbed, and my interior was inhabited by a diffuse heat. Thirty-four shades to serve were of interest. Each of these pages had caused an immense flush of heat in me. My rose had felt its passions.
This was how I came to the end of the fire that consumed my lower abdomen. Men could do it well without judgment. Why not a woman ?
And to think that, at the beginning, I thought it indecent that a woman could read erotic literature. Now I was drinking it without holding back. You could say that it was only that Lauriane served me. To be satisfied by reading, my most basic desires.
I was ashamed to order it myself. And it was ironic, I knew it.
I then went to the dressing table, taking care to put the books that were on my feet in the drawers of the dresser. I wanted bangs, like the heroine of the book. My locks had fallen back on the forehead. I was trying to see what I could look like.
Frantically, my feet carried me to the dressing room. I lifted each hanger, tossed clothes, ransacked the closet, which soon looked like a mess.
The m******e ended when I found a brown sweater. It came up above my knees and dropped lightly on my right shoulder, baring it. On the latter, it was embroidered "Boss".
I walked back to my dressing table and picked up my pencil case. Without bothering to sit down, I began to draw around my eyes with a thin layer of liner. I contoured my lips before filling them in with a flesh lipstick. Then I put on a simple brown eyeshadow.
Wanting to retrieve the mascara that was at the other end of the dressing table, the jewelry box overturned in a loud noise.
I did not pick up the jewelry at all. I will do it later. Laziness gripped me.
When I finished, I put on some music. It was my ritual.
Every day it was like that. I took my bath, then I got ready. When I finished, I would put on some music, and listen to it, because I was too exhausted to dance. Afterwards, for long hours, I observed the mango tree while counting the leaves when I liked it. When the night caused my torpor, I found my bed.
I liked pop music, especially Ari's, she was a great singer. Needi quickly made me veer into the clouds. I couldn't explain it, it made me happy.
And the unmistakable happened. I started to dance. I was amazed. Usually, I wouldn't have risked that for fear of tiring myself. Except today, I was like ... healthy.
The depth of the melody and its rhythm forced me to do a pirouette, which ended up withdrawing me from reality.
I twirled and twirled and twirled, the song carried me away. I was laughing and smiling and laughing, I was so happy. Furthermore, I felt light and free. Pleasure and joy. This lightness in my mind. I forgot myself. I lived !
Baam ! It was the noise I followed when I bumped into the bookcase, which was on the right side of the closet. This piece of furniture was in bubinga * and it was not for lack of saying that I had hurt myself.
I cursed, looked under my feet and saw the cause of my misfortune.
The cutter was there, near them.
Bubinga : tropical African tree, used especially in cabinetmaking and for traditional medicine.
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