The Black Bed
When I found out about its existence, it did not surprise me, because I did not know then that I could experience surprise. But it did frighten me, because I already knew about the existence of fear. The world was a closed space in those days which would sometimes open and broaden a little with each discovery I made. Until I found out about its existence, I had burned my fingers with the steam curling up from a boiling teapot and that painful constriction revealed to me the stranger located on the left side of my chest, fluttering inside me, clenching and relaxing with the waves of pain writhing through my hand. That was how I found out where my heart was located and, before going to sleep, I would stuff my head under a pillow and hear it beating as it echoed in my ears unde
