They are ringing the midnight bells when I can’t stand it any more. I open the window and run away to Zoli. I go through the gardens so nobody sees me, but I have no luck: the lamp is on, at Zoli’s place I see his husband’s shadow gliding several times. Yet I get lucky. When I peep through the fence, Zoli is grooming a big black steed, the sweat foams on the horse, Zoli reaches to the horse’s foaming mouth, then puts his hand to his own mouth. I can hardly control my fingers. But then I wake up. It was just a dream again. They said that the other day too. And again, I wake up. And I see Zoli grooming a big black steed. I feel a salty taste in my mouth. I miss my bike. I certainly remember that.
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