FLYING It was a rainy night like all the last ones, and I was getting think about everything, about how to be able to go

FLYING It was a rainy night like all the last ones, and I was getting think about everything, about how to be able to go out into the world without thinking that anything would happen to me, how Now, if I went out it was logical that I would get wet, but because I think these things, it will be am I bored? Right now I don't know what to do, I'm alone in my house and I really want to talk to someone, I spend a few minutes thinking about what I'm going to tell that person I plan to talk to, but when I already have the prepared speech, I feel like I don't need to talk to anyone anymore, I feel unburdened and as if they had given me advice, it is a strange thing, because it has been time I needed to talk to someone and not even writing had taken away That desire, I really don't understand it. I look at the clock, it's 9pm, what can I do? If I go to bed I probably won't sleep and if I stay here I'll probably get more bored, I thought of one thing, call my boyfriend, he is 16 years old, he is three years older than me. me, has never come to my house when I am alone, and my father does not know that I have Boyfriend, if I found it here I don't know what could happen, but I need it. I wait for the time it takes to get to my house, they are more or less 5 minutes, but to me it seems like an eternity, until finally He arrives very wet, I invite him to sit down, and I bring him a towel. Then I I sit at one end of him, we stay silent for a while until I tell him kiss me, he stays sitting and doesn't move, neither do I, after a few minutes we stopped, and we headed to my room holding hands, he has My hands are very cold, I don't know if it's from fear or from the cold, I'm also very cold We get to my room and I feel like telling him to go away, but I can't. While in my room, we sat on the bed looking at the floor, but suddenly something takes me towards him and I kiss him, he reciprocates, he cold steps aside, fear, loneliness, freedom and the desire to fly flood my thoughts, I feel free, that moment is unique, none of the two says a single word. In the room you can only hear the sound of our kisses and our ears only hear those kisses. But from one moment to the next he stopped kissing me and his back I was very wet, I opened my eyes, I looked at him and he was looking at me, I woke up from my fantasy and looked towards the door, there was my father, I saw him utter a word that said "go away", I was very afraid and I ran, I ran, and I ran until I reached a moment when I didn't know where I was. Now after 5 years, with a son of 4 years and 3 months and me At 18 years old, I realize that at that age you couldn't fly yet, because first you have to learn. End. Paula A.P