I'm spinning round and round in my desk chair , I've got an idea in my head but I can't tip it down  into my computer, which is waiting in front of me.  

He's looking at me, encouraging me to continue; not the computer, no, there is someone else here with me, but soon you will know the details of my current situation.  -Continue-

I think it was august   -yes, a warm august- I was walking with a stray dog, he followed me for a couple streets, then it was me the one who was following him. -I remember seeing you with that dog.- The streets were empty, there were no clouds in the sky, the sun was so bright that  burned my eyes making me look down to the street, the rest of my way  I walked looking at the dog who by this time looked like my touristic guide. From time to time he would look behind and having seen  that I was still following him he waved his tail content and kept walking. I wonder, what happened to that little friend...-he is doing well now. He found his owners just after you two splitted.-found… nevermind  ¿where was I? -you were following that little dog.- oh, right. I walked beside the dog for a few hours, my legs were aching, and the heat of the day had made me all sweaty. Good idea Chansung (I spoke to myself) let's walk under this burning summer sun. -hahaha- hey! Don't laugh - I'm sorry, it's just... continue, I won't interrupt you anymore, I promise.-

I was walking beside a stray dog for a few hours, it was a hot day of summer, and I had the great idea of taking a walk under the burning sun. The birds were singing their song while I gave one step then another, not even questioning why was I following that dog.

Step by step,

the birds singing,

Step by step,

The dog is looking at me,

Step by step,

silence,

Step by step,

The cry of a dog,

Step by step,

I'm all alone...

I winked a couple times, it felt like awakening from a dream. It was night, the silence was everywhere, and wherever you looked there was darkness. A chill ran through my spine.why am I here? Where did that little dog go? When did that beautiful and sunny day turned night? These and many other questions ran through my head, without noticing that my feet kept moving on their own.  I saw me walking towards an old house that was at the end of the street. My steps were hypnotic, and besides my attempts to stop walking and return to my old path my feet won't respond me and kept dragging me closer and closer to that mysterious house. I finally stopped, only a few inches from the building, the gate was filled with climbing plants and rust. It was locked and it appeared as if it won't move. Without knowing why, I put my hands in the cold rusted gate and pushed. I didn't expected to move, but it did, I stepped forward and suddenly a voice startled me.

-I was waiting for you-  

I stayed at the gate, and listened. That voice came from nowhere and gave me chills; the wind was blowing quietly, making the leaves from trees sing his sad song. I closed my eyes and let the brise caress my face. It felt cold and wet, as if tears were travelling with it. I stayed like that for a while, with my hands still holding the rusty gate.  I heard the dry leaves break and opened my eyes. And there he was, a fair young man, not much taller than me. His skin looked pale as snow,and his smiley brown eyes were staring right into mine.  

-you are finally here, I’ve been calling you for a long time- he said, his voice was gentle and warm, but there was sadness in it, despite that his face was smiling. He kept looking at me, as if waiting for my response, I didn’t move an inch, so he extended one of his pale beautiful hands towards me, he laughed nervously and sighed -you will find me, right?- he said and grabbed my arm. Suddenly, everything went pitch dark.