We had to talk. I had to do something. This had to stop. So, I found it:
Earhtquake: How did you find me?
Me: Easily! I feel you with all my cells in my body all the time. You became my existence. And I am you somehow.
Earthquake: What do you want?
Me: I want you to go away.
Earthquake: Go away where?
Me: I don’t know. To another planet where there is no life maybe.
Earthquake: You are so sweet.
Me: You are not.
Earthquake: So?
Me: So, go away!
Earthquake: On one condition!
Me: What condition?
Earthquake: I will go but I will take your sleep with me. I will faint day by day when you are wake and become almost nothing but I will be big when you’re sleeping.
Me: What do you mean “you will be big…”
Earthquake: It means I will be happening in your dreams.
Me: Ok! Deal!
Earthquake: Don’t be so sure! Think about it. Your sleep is where you talk with yourself. From now on you’ll be talking to me!
Me: I don’t talk with myself in my sleep!
Earthquake: Everybody does. A dream is a language.
Me: Ok Mr. Freud. I don’t need lessons from you. Let’s finish this deal!
Earthquake: I just want you to understand what you’re getting into. Losing your nights might be heavier than losing your days.
Me: Do I have another choice?
Earthquake: You can forget about this talk!
Me: Enough! Take my sleep. But watch your step. I am a hard nut to crack. Even if you get me, I will give you a bitter taste. And for your information: I’ll cook my way of earthquakes for you. Let’s do this!