Normal day

Mr. J had a normal day, at least it seemed that way to him, nothing at all seemed strange. He just stopped and tought a second if he missed anything. He just passed things on his head over and over again, but all that he had was the dull usual.

He woke up, went to brush his teeth, take a shower, got a gray suit, a white shirt, a gray tie, black shoes. Nothing new here. Went downstairs, kissed his wife goodbye, grabbed a knife to cut the bread, had some coffee, got his suitcase, went back to his wife to say good bye but she decided to take a nap on the sofa.

Traffic was bad as usual, but he kinda knew it so wasnt a big deal, he just had to wait like everyday he did. Turned the radio on and decided to take a shortcut, had a few bumps but well he finally got at work on time.

He entered and went to his room and started catching up with all that paper for about two hours, maybe three, he always liked to work hard before lunch. Then a little walk around to get some things done around the office, make some copies, etc etc. People seemed kinda in a hurry today he barely had time to talk to any of them. And then a hand touched his shoulder and a police officer asked what happened.

And so he was now sitted on a jail cell wondering what could have happened. Unluckily for him, he couldn't see in the news the top story about a guy that killed his wife, run over four people and killed one at a local company.

Then he would see that indeed was a normal day, not for him, but well for someone else perhaps.

Inverno

O frio chegou mais cedo que o esperado, uma brisa antes se torna um vento agora, o céu azul se torna cinza, as cores se foram, seja em cima ou embaixo, não há pra onde se olhar mais. Sinto como se não houvesse mais cores em nenhum lugar, e como se elas nunca tivessem existido.

Um arrepio toma conta de mim, os pelos se arrepiam em meu braço e num reflexo me encolho tentando me proteger, sabendo ser inútil, não há como se esconder, se encolhendo ou não, está fora do meu alcance.

E meus labios tremem, demonstração final de que esse frio não vai passar, atritando uma mão na outra busco calor, mas não é suficiente. Esse frio não sairá tão cedo e vou ter que aprender a conviver com ele.

Um braço passa por cima do meu pescoço e desce em direção ao meu peito e traz com ele uma onda de calor que vem como uma serpente e me acerta como uma explosão. E junto dele ouço uma voz que em um sussurro me diz: "Tá muito frio aí?"

"Nem um pouco", é tudo o que digo.