Endometriosis Condition_symptoms

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here with these children still do not know if lost in the woods or lost on each other: D

~ Kisses to all

The next afternoon he returned to the forest.

Lying, watching the blue sky. It was a bright blue so deep that could serve as a decoration to a Hollywood movie. A few puffy clouds floating above his head, seemed placed each in its place by a god fan landscaping: rounded, Perfect-white ... were all that could be asked a cloud. He was quiet, light as a feather dancing in the breeze ... but there was no breeze. The wind was still. Nothing moved, not a speck of dust, not a blade of grass. Nothing.

closed his eyes, but everything was still open. Only his heart was still in motion. The world was a frozen image. I was sure that if threw a rock hard against the sky, it would shatter like a mirror. CHspace-time as a man.

clouds overhead were static, pristine, almost virginal. I felt like stain, screaming, fist break so perfectly. His grandfather would not like to do the cape of that, but he was not there to stop them, right? No, there was nobody there with him, he was alone. It was better not to think too much.

The intense blue of the sky was beginning to worry. It was clear that something was fucked in the universe, however it safe & iacutee; to looking so bright, so ... innocent.

Breathing became increasingly difficult.

He felt trapped, such as vacuum packaging.

The air grew thick, not reached his lungs, choking.

Suddenly he saw something in the distance: it was a warm glow, a golden loop spin and spin about itself as a dancer at last, something moved in the universe! Her dancing was hypnotic, so beautiful … all forces focused on the desire to get to it.

tried to shake legs and arms could not. Members felt heavy, terribly painful, but gradually began to react to will. After several painful attempts and ran towards the light, his only hope in hell that petrified. Corríay ran desperate, panting, ran to lose all sense of space, saw only light, was increasingly clear yes! Was a departure, the only solution, andhad it at hand. A little more, she could almost taste the fresh breeze in your lungs, just a little more and ...

- No! - Whole body crashed through a solid wall air, falling to the ground by the impact. It was impossible, the light was right there, why could not continue?

saw no obstacles, no walls ... nothing to prevent him from running to the exit.

Qticipated.

looked at the sky, blue sky that perfect American film in Technicolor.

gasping like a fish out of water , struggling for breath more oxygen.

A giant eye came through the clouds and watched from above.

silently wondered whether it might be that the eye of God. CH. He pushed his grandmother from the flames and threw several jugs of water to the root of fire, until only traces of smoke and ash.

-Tomi-woman to her grandson looked so excited, holding out his arms. Tom tenderly embraced her, pleased with his courage and good luck.

"It's over, grandmother stroked his gray hair to reassure her, though he still trembling knees. He was the man of the house and had to be at the height of the circumstancesances "Are you okay? Do you hurt yourself? He asked as he examined his face and arms looking injury. Had a large burn on the back of his hand, he needed a cure. Suddenly, like lightning, he was struck by the image of that day Bill roasted chestnuts in the fireplace, curled up beside him, licking his wound to heal. Revived the touch of your lips, your tongue gently on the skin, the freshness of your saliva. He missed a few seconds in the dream, in that pleasure extrañoy disturbing that basically made him feel guilty. CH TMLXC

-I to the cabinet by an ointment she suggested. 'Yes, that will best ... in this case'

dark thought with a smile as he walked away.

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After picking up the mess caused by fire, grandmother and grandson went to the room to call Simone at the hospital. Tom's father remained stable within the seriousness, just speak and could not move for the severe pain that caused the fractures (why ifntió a turnaround in the stomach to speak of 'pain'? was something beyond the simple concern compassion for his father. No, it felt intimate and remote, like the memory of a dream). He talked to his grandfather, but did not tell anything about the fire, would not load the environment with more dark clouds.

After the call is dropped in any way on the couch. He was exhausted,

and that it was neither lunch. Blessed youth. needed a shower. CHTMLan are given a scare (a slap, for example), run the risk of heart attack. But Tom knew it was not what most dangerous: some people never get out of that dream. The mind becomes entangled in an endless loop and never wake up, are lost in their own subconscious ... perhaps forever. They were like zombies, although they were out there eating brains of young idiots like in horror movies. They wander through the labyrinths of his mind,

disoriented, living with their ghosts in a parallel reality.

Tom 'skin crawl just thinking about it, was something terrifying.

- Am I sleepwalking? He asked in a whisper.

few months ago I would not even raised, but these days many things that seemed safe was reeling and did not know what to think.

always had very vivid dreams, since childhood. They were simple things: flying and then fell from the top (with the sense of 'Vertigo' so fecho as a malignant tumor. If you had this to Simone, the straitjacket no one took it off. I was losing my mind, dammit.

had to see Bill.

Tom covered his face with his hands.

Yes, Bill. Only Bill.

A skinny kid and shaggy that one day he slipped into his dreams and had become the center of his new world, an obsession of which I could not escape. may not want to.

Bill and his thin hands, his golden eyes, his face pale covered with tears.

This sweet and quiet boy had confided in him, had opened his heart, and he was left shattered by the grave of her only family .

Tom felt every tear shed and a pin stuck in his consciousness.

CH TMLXC The rag doll he threw a tragic smile from his corner, his mouth sewn curled in a grimace of warning. Picked him up carefully, I could almost hear the soft beat of his heart felt. Rough tangled strands of wool between her fingers was dreaming that Bill's hair, playing to soothe her grief.

In an oversight, grabbed her grandmother's sewing scissors long, sharp, and kept them in his backpack. He had had an idea.

CHTand served on this trip.

did not know how long he had been walking, starting to get tired.

Suddenly, he saw how far the ancient carved stone tomb, and his heart did a somersault of pure happiness. I had done!

ran with all his might to reach the clearing where Bill played as a child, but found none. Without thinking, on an impulse, he went to the mighty oakOmid, or something warm water. It congratulated himself for bringing juice and snacks 'just in case'. It was a fucking genius.

The wind swayed the branches of trees, filling the floor of leaves. The few flowers born in autumn have defended their pale color under the sun.

beginning to get cold.

Bill complained in his sleep, quietly muttering nonsense words. He curled his best in the wool of his sweater, hacda ... and drifted. When he awoke two hours had passed.

Bill, kneeling beside him, watching him curiously.

"Hello," he said in a barely audible whisper, nervously twisting his fingers in his lap.

"Bill was confused and only managed to say his name. Would not it be dreaming? There was a time when eyes closed, and open ah &, Lighter-Is there another Bill around here?

joking tone was evident, but the boy looked intently in all directions and finally shrugged.

"I think now," he muttered. Land on his hands trembled a little.

Tom noticed his nervousness, had not even looked into the eyes still.

"Well, cans better, right? I just want to be with Bill: You, "he said smiling, pointing with the index to reinforce his point. Bill was staring at her fingers restless-.Ya see what luck I have, I found just the Bill was looking for.

"I'm Bill," said safely, gently raising his voice and throwing a quick glance that Tom did not go unnoticed.

"No doubt, you are, boy's smile rmp; iacute; (had some fixing knighthood until he was a master in fighting with sword in IronMaster II, his favorite game), but in the end nothing. '

only dishonor'

he thought, poking fun at himself in silence.

"And do not you dream, right? "Looked him straight in the eye for the first time his voice was soft. Tom tensed abruptly. I had not thought ... but the boy took over which we