What Aperiod Looks Like Tomorrow

The smoke from the kettle built a snake. Outside, the rain drops fell dead leaf blade until it touches the ground. She lifted her coffee cup. Bitter, warm. Why did not believe this, the vine in the garden, the stove, the dog's tail restless, it was not all there was?

Sometimes she had doubts. When watching a program or read certain books, when the imagination flying, she paused. I looked around. Doubt in the eyes. Uncertainty in the chest. "What I see is all there is? Is not there a hidden truth? A mystery que only a few know? Anything else?

Doubt lived a few seconds, like those ghosts who "appeared" on the corner of my eye when I was distracted. Fatigue. Confusion. A nod. Only this is. A common life, the certainty of death. He put the cup on the table. Sometimes she could not convince.