And how many dreams were unveiled, beneath the pale light of the moon
Friday night, two days before the birthday party, Magnifico was on the verge of falling asleep. He was comfortably tucked-in, beneath the heavy blankets, upon his little bed, inside his also, equally little room. A simple, unpretentious bedroom, but nonetheless, cheerfully decorated and with a huge bay window through which the moonlight filtered in on occasion.
And beneath that same soft light, he was about to enter one of his favourite dreams. The reverie that sometimes visited him during those calm country nights.
It was a quite personal fantasy… In it, he walked beside Camila. They conversed as they strolled, following a path near home, where the view of the Santa Isabel Volcano could be perceived at times, always fading in the distance. His heart beat rather loudly, and it sometimes would stop beating for a just a few moments.
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