I knew that something was about to happen. I felt it, and that made me worry even more. I knew quite well, that we, members of our species, have very accurate premonitions, and that we are never, ever mistaken.
It had not dawned yet when the phone interrupted my sleep. I was, as usual, between her legs. With a quick move I jumped out of bed and went to where the voices I was hearing seemed to come from. I looked up and tried to discern their faces. Some kind of liquid was flowing from their eyes, and their bodies made jerking movements forwards and backwards. I could not understand what was going on. I started getting worried. I took two steps back. Then started running towards her to see if she was still asleep. I got trampled around her legs, realizing that she had been peering all that time from behind the door. I do it often myself, too. I rubbed against her legs for attention. She ignored me the first time. Suddenly she relented, and started behaving like the others were. It was then that I realized it was serious.
The days passed slowly, aimlessly roaming about the house, but there wasn’t even the slightest sign of interest. Everything was happening mechanically. Nobody was saying anything, except for the absolutely necessary. I couldn’t fathom what had happened. She, on the other hand, was more distant than ever. Now and then, she threw glances at me but once I became aware of them, she would turn her gaze elsewhere. This situation was beginning to frighten me. I had not seen her smiling for days. I missed those dimples on her face every time she laughed. And I… was more alone than ever.
It was around dawn when I found her crying in a corner of the house. Indeed, I knew now that what dripped from their eyes was not simply water but tears. I approached her. She turned in surprise. She wiped her face with her palms and hid her face. I squeezed between her hands promising that even if she drove me away, I would insist. She turned back in surprise again. I felt that she ‘’read’’ me. I ‘’read’’ her, too. She gently caressed my head. At last, I felt that we reconnected. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Some liquid started dripping form my eyes. Tears. I thought I would lose her. She felt it. She grabbed me tightly and started to cry, but this time, the crying was different. I looked at her. I’m hers, my eyes told her. She understood. She nodded and we went to sleep…