It should be around 3:00 AM. I came back to bed from the bathroom…

I’m in the centre of a whirlwind of silence. My heart is racing. Pulsating

at the twinkling of the stars in this endless vast universe of my mind.

Feel short of breath. Silence is piercing. From ear to ear. Being felt by

each and every one of my neurons. There are sudden flashes of color.

Vague multicolored forms. Of faces and buildings. Streets. Deep sense

of depth. A perspective reaching the vertex of a wide avenue.

This explosive silence becomes musical. Highly elaborated. As a Bach

piece. As an ocean wave brakes after the last one. The colors get bright.

And the stars brightness blind me. Need to hold to something.

Yellow looks as the sun two meters from me. White silver…as the moon

in my hands. Am all by myself. Wake up. The darkness of the room

feels illuminated by the moon toes coming through the window. Have

to drink some water. Wash my face with cold water. It’s three thirty

now. Catch up my breath. Go back to bed. Breath deeply. Count to ten

ten times. I suddenly hear the cricket singing. My heart rejoices.

Little by little start falling asleep again. After an unexpected dream

surrounded by a magic scaring silence.

Ernesto Onofre