The writer narrates.
Along those roads of the city a lonely girl was walking trying to hide from the world of what was chasing her, she was alone and her lonely thoughts night fell and she had to go to that forest that I call the lost forest of dawn she would never forget that name Alba was that special girl he met in that forest where he spent many years there are things that he does not remember but he tries to do so he must get to the center of that forest as soon as possible he must recover who he was, the voices in his head did not stop his mind She collapsed every time the music no longer worked, the road in solitude is difficult and even more so when her thoughts confuse her, she must continue and she cannot stop but must reach a place where she must spend the night in the dark she should not continue.
Sandra narrates.
She was already approaching the road and I stopped at an inn.
Hello sorry I need a room for one night, do you have any available? _ Ask
No miss we don't have any free rooms but since she tells me it's for one night let me see what I can do _ she answered and left
I sat in one of the chairs, 30 minutes or less passed, I don't know the truth, she came out with a very pretty girl, you could tell she was young, she had apparently straight hair with waves at the ends, her hair was like a light brown color. She had a fair complexion and brown eyes. She was very pretty.
Hello, sorry for taking me so long, well, she is Karla, my niece told me that they could share the room. I don't know if I want to. The lady asked me kindly.
If it's okay, I really have no problem, thank you very much, it will only be for tonight.
Well and I already have dinner, there is not much we have to offer her but if she wants _ I keep asking.
I have not had dinner but I gladly accept _ I said smiling.
I paid for the room and dinner was a pasta and a chicken broth I dined in silence in the girl's room which was very beautiful by the way white walls and the bed and a complete mirror in one corner of the room I asked for a bathroom to shower and so I did take a shower and fell asleep with a sound sleep.
"Footsteps are heard from someone who never comes."
Mario Benedetti