Here is a complete story while ago I uploaded a fragment, escrbí for a contest but never send, I hope you like it, the concept is a bit silly:
"climbed the stairs and ..." "I need to go for milk.
passed again, the last three weeks had passed exactly the same. I dropped the pen on one side, it was impossible to complete the tenth chapter with these interruptions. Every day, different ideas, nonsense, none had a relationship with each other and were referred by another voice, a voice at that time would be going for milk. A voice that, to date, there climbed to fifth floor, had shouted goal, he had met an old childhood friend, and one after another idea he had mentioned in my head. I had no time to appear only fleetingly did. I was not even sure if "he" was aware that he could hear.
I got up and looked out the window, the noise of the city, a horn, the brakes of a car, a lady screaming and ... Why did not I think of that before? That person could be listening to my thoughts, too, at that very moment, while I think of him. I panicked, saber que no podía estar sola ni en mis propios pensamientos que es lo más personal que tiene el ser humano, ¿y yo tenía que compartirlo con alguien más?
¿Qué clase de persona sería? ¿Dónde viviría? ¿Cuál sería su nombre? ¿Su profesión? Tantas preguntas, podía deducir unas cuantas. Estaba completamente segura de que era un hombre, por el sonido de su voz podía deducir que andaría por mi edad, aproximadamente, y le gustaba el fútbol, para variar, quizás vivía solo en su departamento, o incluso… -No- Estaba otra vez ahí, pero esta vez en un tono de corrección, ¿me había contestado? "I was answering? That's what it seemed, though a bit egotistical of me to think that all a person's thoughts were ... - for yourself? - Had completed my sentence, the voice had completed what I thought ... rather, that is, I completed, that means he is listening, then he was aware of these thoughts shared.
+ How long have you hear me? + Asked directly, but I did not answer.
was 30 minutes, had apparently lost the connection, or simply do not want to answer at this time, not I listened again that day, so I returned to my usual activities.
next day he went to night I heard it, it was nearly midnight, was about to fall asleep trying to write something when he spoke, not even respected my sleep. I was nervous, very nervous, apparently had a very important meeting, worked in a sort of office for what I understood, and had to present a major project to some investors, right at 8 am, watch the clock worried but my watch said 23 hours and 50 minutes, what was this? I wished him luck and just fell asleep, not I know if I listened.
spent a week with more extensive connections, and another to direct. We develop our own form of communication, is difficult to decipher the thoughts of another person.
Thereafter connections became more narrow, apparently we had not realized the type of connection we had, was like a phone call without the damn phone company rates. We met each other, Ihsan was called, was 22 and had just graduated in law, lived in Seville, Spain but it was of Moroccan parents.
had not written anything during that time, I canceled a couple of meetings and he left quickly distracted me, my editor attributed it to my period, hormonal, and not contradicted, that to hear voices inside of you not is something that happens normally.
Durabase hours talking, was a very practical way to talk, and I really enjoyed your talking points, one night we were talking, I almost died of sleep and he was at work but had become almost impossible the stop talking.
"Tell me the truth Sophia, did you fear? I mean, the day I heard for the first time.
+ To be honest, yes, I thought I was becoming schizophrenic, that's hearing voices ...
"No, I mean, knowing that another person could hear what you thought.
+ Actually yes, I had to look up what I thought, believe me or not be free in thought, is an idea that scares anyone.
Have you ever thought of knowing, I say do not even know who you are, we have not spoken by phone or internet, or whatever.
+ Yes, but part of the magic is not knowing who you are.
"I propose a meeting.
+ "A meeting?
"Yes, you and me know.
+ Do you have an idea of \u200b\u200bhow much does the ticket Mexico-Spain? Ihsan is expensive.
"No need to come to Spain.
+ And what you spend to come to Mexico?, Or crazy.
"Nor do I need to go to Mexico.
Ihsan + Okay, what I missed?
"Very simple. If we share thoughts means that we share everything that happens in our minds, right?
+ So, that sharing feelings is something new, but it happens.
"Then it means that we can share what we think ... including sleep.
I stayed silent for a moment, or rather not think anything was funny the system but had developed a way to separate we wanted to convey thoughts and we wanted to book. At that moment I understood everything.
+ Do you want to see you in a dream?
- Why not? I say if we all shared how difficult it is to share a dream, just about efforts at bedtime and is at the same time.
+ sounds weird, but we can try. When?
"Tonight, I can lie a little earlier so they do not interfere with your activities and be like your afternoon nap.
+ I think, then I like all three of mine and you sleep at 11.
-So is it a date?
+ I think.
"We see the three then.
I fell asleep when I awoke I was very nervous, was finally released Ihsan, not the way I would have liked but I was going to meet, plus he had called meeting. And he almost was, but never thought of an appointment, the appointment itself was my dream, but we would be in your dream or mine. I do not remember ever having received some of his dreams, thoughts and feelings, yes, but never.
I could not concentrate the rest of the day, I only thought about what it would, I imagined him in a way, but what if it was totally different, could be disappointed. Or what if I was not what he expected? It was the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course I had my attributes, but they were not a big deal.
looked at the clock constantly, hoping to mark the 15 hours to go to sleep and to know in order to Ihsan. The only good thing in a dream appointment is that he had to worry about that myself, or where we were going, that would be responsible for our imaginations.
When given three in the afternoon I went to my bed. I was nervous, I knew I could not find me in my dream, but whatever it was would Ihsan, or at least I expected. I thought a lot before going to sleep in, tried to talk to him though I knew it was probably asleep.
do not remember the dream, I remember only slightly near the end that a tall man with an aquiline nose came up to me, said something like "Hello Ihsan" and I remember we talked, but I'm not sure what. Later said.
After that day I did not listen. Were several days trying to call but no answer me, I felt alone, like I lost an old love. I was very decentralized, and after two months I agreed that it would not listen.
still today from time to time I still think my ideas leading to Ihsan. Not remember his features, much less his voice, and never asked his full name. But this does not prevent saving to go to Sevilla.
