closed the door of the room so many times he had entered his first night at this hotel, family loneliness, silence full of questions that he refused to answer. He lay on the bed and wrapped himself in one of the many sheets of those who never felt the touch. He tried to remember a past more comfortable and fall asleep but it was impossible. Jumped out of bed full of energy and realized that I had nothing to do. Five in the morning, returning at night was not an option. He returned to bed, helpless, exhausted, thinking the sun will rise tomorrow.
The sun came out and I miss the night where everything seems unreal and there is always the hope that daylight.
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