The day had finally come. She would have met all of them at her place for lunch. All her children were finally coming home. She promised herself to sleep that night, she even brought her cup of relaxing infusion to her bedroom, to sip it till she closed her eyes. He had arrived, had laid down still in his clothes while he was grunting something. He had obviously left the light on both in the hallway and in the bedroom, but all that did not bother her. Nothing could bother her, because tomorrow she would have seen all her children again. She didn’t have to lose her concentration, she had to go to sleep. After having turned the lights off and kissed her husband on his forehead, she lay down. She thought back to when she put them to bed and Andrea, who could never fall asleep, needed her mother by his side even after the prayers. She had to be there, she had to feel his regular breath. Andrea was the youngest, he would always be her little one. He always prayed with his eyes closed, but he opened them suddenly in the midst of the “Lord’s Prayer” for fear of having been abandoned by his mother. Nevertheless, she was always there, she will always be there for him. And in that moment, she was the one who couldn’t sleep. She wondered what he had become, had he become a professor or a doctor? Surely a teacher, maybe in a school with a bad reputation in the suburbs of a city. She has to stop thinking about Andrea. She has to think about the lunch. She has to buy flowers “Tomorrow would have been a special day: they had to celebrate. She only hoped that she hadn’t forgotten anything, that it didn’t rain all of a sudden, that the wine wasn’t tart and that the dessert was prepared in time. She should have fallen asleep, she wanted to look nice, but which dress should she have worn? It’s true that she was at home, but she would have been surrounded by the people she loved and that she hadn’t seen for a long time. What about a white dress or perhaps better a shirt? I hope everything will be alright. I hope everything will be alright. Now she had to try to sleep, but here’s a noise. Yes, it was dripping from the roof tiles. Rain had come. She couldn’t postpone it, she could not. Will they still come even if it rains and even if she had promised a lunch in the garden? Poor Amanda, she is so metereopathic. I hope she is sleeping, and I hope she doesn’t notice the rain, I hope the sun comes out. Let’s hope for the best. The day had finally come. So, she had finally fallen asleep and his husband, on the edge of the bed, looked at her, observed her and thought how beautiful she still was. – Who knows what her lively mind is thinking about despite her illness-. In reality, there was no party, no children, they were alone, an affectionate couple in a neutral and apathetic hospice room. However, as he was kindly touching her right cheek, he smiled. He smiled because, everything that her wife’s lively mind had thought before sleeping would be gone tomorrow. Perhaps she would have never remembered it, but at least she could imagine, she could still dream. In spite of everything, she could be freer than anyone else once more.
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