You fell asleep thinking about Anna. The only one. The only friend in this crazy, scorched apocalypse. The only person you could trust, the only one you could rely on. And realizing this, you felt both hope and hopeless bitterness at the same time. Your closeness was indestructible, but the limits of our friendship, no matter how much you wished otherwise, remained an invisible but insurmountable wall.

Suddenly you fell asleep and found yourself on the bed. Blood-red, the color is like Anna's favorite lipstick, bright, attractive, a little defiant. The silky, almost weightless sheet caressed her skin. Her head was resting on a pillow, so soft that it seemed capable of dissolving all worries and fears. The silence reigned all around, deep, almost tangible.

Slowly, carefully, you turned your head. And he saw her. Anna.

She was lying next to you, a few centimeters away from you. Her face was calm, peaceful, free from the tension that was constantly visible in her eyes in reality. She was wearing a dark blue dress, the color of her beautiful eyes, deep as the night sky. The fabric of the dress seemed to reflect the same softness and tenderness as the pillow under your head.

In this dreamy world, free from the cruel reality of hunger and fear, you felt only a great desire to touch her. To her hair, to her hand… Just to feel her closeness, without thinking about the boundaries, about the unspoken.