Capítulo 138: Empty Place Gently Rustles

I had a dream about Marvel last night. My brain conjured a movie for my inner eye. When I woke up, I couldn't remember the whole story but I did remember there was this scenario where Marvel and I had a conversation in his office. It was about his birthday, though there was no party. We just talked with each other, once or twice we would kiss, enjoying every second of being together.

In my dream, Marvel and I were talking so casually and acting so comfortably with each other. It was as if we were lovers.

The sunlight filtered through the branches of trees, creating thin shadows underneath. Bathing the white ground in sunrise color, spreading sheer warmth to melt the coldest season, the sun shone so brightly as if knowing the earth nearly froze.