Rape

Sunday,8:30 am. i couldn't sleep last night, my brother wouldn't stop snoring,i was upset i moved his bed and he could only be quiet for one minute,so i took my blanket and the blue pillow and moved to the living room, where i was so uncomfortable, it was like 4 o'clock, so when i thought that i finally had the restless goblin of dream back into that coach,the night was losing his darkness, it was a black but lovely witch turning into a wonderful but annoying deep blue huge mirror in the sky reflecting the sea,(there's no sea around though!) five, six o'clock,the deep blue was turning its lights on, i tried to run away flying on my blanket looking for a far horizon, the ultimate, back to time, another latitude where mute roosters wait for the coffee to be served, two hours would've been enough to put my eyelashes peacefully one against the other, but i could only stare at the sun introducing itself like a squatter on the corner putting its shadow like a gang painting on the wall of my calm, i could notice that big old violator, my attempts to escape were useless, my blanket wasn't flying, just covering my eyes trying to take me away from the unavoidable truth tresspassing with its light, the main door and the window where like a see-through dress, the dream became the torn panties, and i was the victim laying down there, on living room endstreet...
Sweet dreams...