_ They reached the end of the house’s corridor that became a pier,
running and giggling in their party clothes,
and they found themselves hugging
in front of a closed door.
On their left side and on the same level, the sea.
On the right side; a wall.
It was day and night at the same time.
And then, she woke up.
_ They entered the sleek and shiny lobby of the hotel’s building.
They tried the soft and round armchairs of the main space,
comfortably placing their feet on the small, low balls that accompanied them.
They lied down on the white plastic benches of the courtyard and then,
with sharp, silent moves covered with a veil of hesitation and reluctancy
they entered the elevator with their sunglasses on.
They pressed the button of the penthouse
and they entered its bar, still wearing their sunglasses.
They turned fastly right and they exited the interior space,
as if they were late on a very important meeting around the swimming pool.
The swimming pool was empty, the chairs carefully set aside and
people were coming and going forming random schemes,
seven levels down – on zero ground.
At some stage, they both looked up
staring at the round silver speaker from outer space,
waiting for a message to interrupt the music tunes.