Give me a night with bubbles, she said. 'What is a night with bubbles?', I asked; it's not the kind of night you find in a friend's house. It's not even the kind of night you could find outside of your own house. 'What is a night with bubbles?', I asked. Maybe I could let her draw one for me, so I know what I'm looking for.
It is impossible. She said.
So a drawing is impossible. I inquire.
Yes, it is. She said.
Maybe she could build one, so I know what I'm looking for.
I don't need it from me, she said. I have built way too many.
'What is a night with bubbles?', I asked. Then I walked away. I know what you're thinking, but I do know that it doesn't have any relation with stars. It is a night with bubbles.
I phone her, but nobody pick up the phone. I keep trying, until I fall asleep. But nobody picked up the phone. Then she woke me up. 'So?', she said.
I had a dream. A beautiful one. In my dream she was covered with water. She had a scary face. Then she woke me up. I told her what my dream was about and she smiled. I kissed her forehead and she smiled again. Give me a night with bubbles!, she said. Can I draw one by myself?, I asked. She didn't say anything. Then I walked away again.
I gave her this picture. 'You have drawn me a sin!. This is too small to see it. I can't hang it on the wall and enjoy it'. She refuses to take it.
She liked it, though. She couldn't hide it from me.
'What is a night with bubbles?', I asked.
I made drawings and drawings. She only saw sins and decolored immorality on them. I built her a night with bubbles. She only saw obscenities. 'Those are insignificant items', she said. She was crying. Then I held her in my arms. The sins in my drawings grew bigger and bigger. Immorality was all colorful and what I had built took the shape of her body.
Her face was all full of life.
Suddenly, she asked for the night with bubbles no more.
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