Debbysh

It's a nice day in the south of Ireland, and a little cat is sleeping on a very comfortable armchair. She is dreaming of the coming spring. There are green meadows, sweet melodies and dances in her dream. In a whisper the sun assures her that winder is almost finished. A man knocking on the house door makes her dream fade away. She opens her eyes annoyed and mews to call her owner. The old woman opens the doors and welcomes the stranger politely. The cat wonders if she is still dreaming. At the door there is the most handsome man she has ever seen. He is a wayfarer searching for a place to sleep. He says that he has been walking for tw

"Stop shouting mum! I'm coming" he says. It isn't true. He is going downstairs physically, but his mind remains in the park of that meeting. The previous night in fact he met a wonderful girl. She had long straight hair, dark as the deepest night, she had big brown eyes, and their intensity thrilled him at the very first glance. He would never forget the way her fingers played with the goth pendand of the necklace. Where is she now? What is she doing? Is she imprisoned in her memories too? He feels he should find her. He can't stand the distance between them. He knows that he would be content only at her side! But it's impossible to see her