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Recovery this text, I wrote when I realized that morning had lost some of its charm (or, less discreetly, some mornings the sheet was no longer a tent)

Sugar Loaf in Morocco

Sugar

This morning when I woke up I realized that I no longer accompanied by his presence. There was a sudden disappearance, a sudden death, but rather had been a mild fall apart, Sugarloaf bitten, strong and hard at first on the tongue, gently dissolving, edges, each of them maintaining the consistency of the original fragment, although more rounded, softened by time, pulverized fragments between the teeth, smaller and smaller, finally impalpable, leaving only its flavor as a souvenir.

Since I was aware of my own life, from my earliest youth I remembered there beside me in the dawn light sleep, when consciousness is slowly opening the senses to the sounds of the house, the smell of toast and coffee, the sun filtering between shutters.

She appeared always before I knew it, silent, silent. My body was still lost in sleep, who first noticed his presence, and gently, slowly, my senses took over, and fully aware of its existence. It was annoying, as they are not annoying habits, annoying as it is not the inevitable, I was just there, unconcerned, indifferent to whether it was uncomfortable or unwelcome. Sometimes, of course, its untimeliness, or indifference, took her to wake up at midnight, anxious youth. Then, in a half sleep loving had to play with her and soothe her. Other times I was so sleepy when he came only traces of their presence, discovered in the morning, made me remember your visit.

My co-dreams, no doubt unaccustomed, he was surprised at first to my submissive acceptance, my willful ignorance of so intrusive presence, sometimes even lodged between her and me. My words, my observations led to that, she, feigning ignorance were useless. I knew if I got up, ignoring him, you forget, go away quietly and without rancor, assured that the next morning, neither were going to miss our appointment. My partner on the other hand, no doubt found guilty, or even charming caster, believing that the visit was due to his mediation, he felt compelled to listen. Then start the most innocent, the most hidden threat of gesture on their part was enough for me to lose control of the situation, an observer of a brief but intense games.

That morning I realized for the first time, which sometimes was not there. Do not missed even less, of course, could call it, draw it, even the thought of her was enough to attend, eager as ever, always faithful, present, willful, and also playful.

This morning when I woke up I realized that I no longer accompanied by his presence.