"Tanya died last night!"
I hear the sound of the moon. It is played from the phone in my ear. I do not seem to understand what he is saying. I subconsciously ask: "What ?!" I hear the sound of moonlight breaths, heavy and fast as if he does not want to say those words again. His silence begs: "Do not knock on the door and the wall yourself! You understand! Why are you bothering me ?!"I remove the quilt from my face. I sit on the bed. I look at myself in the toilet table verse. My hair is messy and tangled. My face is swollen from insomnia last night and untimely sleep in the morning. A thin line has fallen on my cheek. It is a place for pillows. What is it called: "sleeping line !?"

The sound of moonlight breaths becomes sobs. There is no place to continue the game. I come to myself. I say softly: "Moonlight! What happened !?"

"Moon is asleep ... under the shower ... think ... after two years, she is asleep ..."
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