A noise forces me to open my eyes to interrupt the constant silence of the place. I think I have been blind, until I feel the rays of the sun, through some small holes in that neglected wooden ceiling. As the sound that woke me up is no longer noticeable, I put a palm to my face, covering myself until I was able to take a seat, already protected from the intolerable light bars that now only touch my head, without actually heating it up. I smile when I turn around and see Samuel with the same little angel face that he had a couple of hours ago. It doesn't seem to have moved, and if it weren't for the glow from the cracks in the roof ... I'd think it's only been a few minutes since I fell asleep.
Even though the air is still fresh, the environment inside is no longer as cold and humid as yesterday, which is why I take off the borrowed shirt that covers my shoulders and use it to cover its owner, who is still In the world of dreams as if nothing else existed. But when he feels the contact of the soft fabric on his naked torso, he takes me by the arm, making me fall over him and bringing his hands to my neck, so that it is completely impossible for me to move a muscle.
May: SAMUEL!
I say angrily, hitting him in the chest. He mutters something under his breath that I can't understand and smiles, still with his eyes closed, causing me a little laugh.
May: Leave me, silly.
Samuel: What happened?
May (river): You're going to suffocate me, you idiot.
Samuel (opens his eyes): Oh, sorry.
Finally he lets me go, although I do not rule out the possibility of having broken something. He sits up and looks at me, rubbing his eyes.
Samuel: What time is it?
I choose my shoulders, giving him to understand that I do not know more than him, when a melody begins to sound from somewhere.
May: The phone.
Samuel (squints): Huh? (Question half asleep).
May (river): Your phone is ringing.
Samuel: Oh yeah.
He turns around and reaches out his hand trying to reach it.
May: Stop, so do you have a signal? (Question in amazement).
Samuel: No (answers dry).
I frown, confused, and I think I notice him a little nervous.
Samuel: It's the alarm. I always wake up at this time.
May: Well, whatever. We can go out? I can't stand this place.
Samuel: Aren't you going to say good morning to me?
May: Good morning (I say, standing up).
He raises his eyebrows, without even getting up, and looks at me like I've made a bad joke on him.
Samuel: Just like that? "Good Morning"? You must treat your dog better.
May: What?
Samuel: Won't you give me a kiss?
I can't help but burst out laughing when I understand what he meant.
May: Do I have to give it to you?
Samuel (bites his lower lip): Ah, but feminist you turned out. I like.
May (rolling her eyes): Come on, let's go, it's getting late.
He sighs, fed up and stands up reluctantly. We grab our belongings and I make my way to the door, ahead of me, but someone takes my arm and makes me walk back to where he is standing, kissing me in a clumsy and accelerated way. My backpack falls from my shoulder and I bring my arms around his neck, encircling him. They say that the first kiss of a couple is the most special, that those who follow never equal it, but I feel as if nothing else existed in my mind with every movement their lips make, when the noise I thought I had heard upon awakening he interrupts everything, suffocating my ears and making Samuel let go of me. That door opens again, producing the same high-pitched creak, which as I entered I thought my eardrums would burst. The darkness of the place is invaded by a bright light coming from the huge hole just created. The black shadow of a man appears there.