the optimist

i love to play tricks, h. it's funny to watch other people reaction when they are not expecting what you're doing or saying. it's like taking people to a funeral and then start a party with can can dancers and mandolins.
people often don't like to be surprised this way... one is more used to accept surprises when the result is better that the expected, not the opposite way around. when the outcome is worst people don't call it a surprise... they often call it a disappointment, but it is a surprise just the same.
for me both are surprises. you just don't expect what you're having in the moment and, if you are brave enough to like surprises, you must be prepared to take both...
other thing i also like h, is to say yes and wave no with my head...

b, you just don't stop surprising me!
really h? for good or for bad?
you just surprise me b. you should like both answers the same way

sleepwalking.... and other modern tales

"h, last night, when i woke up, i was at a different place from where i started my sleep
could it be that i walked during my sleep?
i just don't know what happened. i could feel the first instants of sleep, in a melting conscience, but then, all of a sudden, i just didn't recognize nothing else. i have some explanations on my mind, rather than just a sleepwalking. someone took me here (or there, i still can't tell). it was a woman, with a painted face and with a liquid silhouette. she carried me, or made me follow her. but one thing was sure: it wasn't my initiative. it was a burden she made me carry. but i couldn't avoid moving. i wanted to see her face and recognize her, but the paint on (or of, i still can't tell) her face didn't stop moving and her face seem to change from one person to the other. and i seem tor recognize all of those faces... so i wasn't sleepwalking, i was just..."

b, wake up!!! and please shut up, please. stop talking while you're sleeping
you are dreaming about painted faces again and you're still in the same place

 

chase (hq)

 h, once a marshal entered my room chasing me!
i was sleeping and couldn't  figure what was happening
i just had time to have a sip of water and run.... honestly i can't tell you what i was running from...neither i can tell you if the marshal was chasing me. but what can a marshal do if he's breaking your door. in fact the door was probably open. but what can a marshal be doing entering your home at that time in the morning. i can tell you it was a morning. it was morning, all right...
that day i speed it up. i was running like a southern wind. that was the last time i saw that place... and also the last time i saw that marshal.

well.... i thought it was a marshal, but it could just be my landlord with a hat. i still don't know why i run that fast

b, nice dream. better you turn yourself in... or sleep again