Confusing night – Héctor Ranea

He stood up from the bed, slightly confused. He went to the bathroom and then he realized he would no longer sleep that night. He dressed up and went to his working table and put some music. He chose Mahler’s fourth symphony. The cat, Mahler’s lover itself, jumped into his lap so he caressed it mindlessly. He had a cup of coffee already at hand and took a book left by the middle sometime ago. At the distorted Waltz, he took note of each possible movement for the dancers in the next choreography he would undertake in the future, when he realized in a shudder that his cat had died years ago. Then he vanished in the music, again, almost like dancing.