The Guardian Angel - Translation

2. Why are you sitting in my kitchen?

That night I had a strange dream. In total, almost what it remember. The only thing I noticed is tight white room that even dazzled, the announcement of a meeting, which I had no idea and mysterious eyes. Their color was so beautiful that I was not sure you ever seen such a perfect and intense shade of green. It did not change the fact, however, that after waking up I found that it was one of bezsensowniejszych dreams that you have.

           I heaved a sitting position. I groaned under his breath, feeling intensifying headache. For this coming real slipper in his mouth. I do not think I washed my teeth after returning home. I winced at the unpleasant aftertaste that was on my tongue. At this point, the shower and dreamed toothbrush with a large amount of mint paste. I dug out of bed, and then went into the bathroom to lead to a more normal state. If it is at all possible.

           After a shower and a decent wyszorowaniu teeth, shoved in a gray tracksuit and a loose white T-shirt. Wet hair limp on my forehead, so I ran it with his hand, that did not come to my eyes. I glanced in the mirror, shaking her nose. I looked like seven woes. But why are you wondered. Again, I scored a broken movie, but this time I had some glimpses of yesterday's output. I remembered that I ended up with some girl in the toilet. While completely I do not know what she looked like, or what her name. I was sure that nothing happened, because the next memory was puking for standing in front of club trash. I think that has happened a lot later than a visit to the bathroom. I also have a snapshot of the parking lot, where they were boys. What happened there? That do not really know. However, I was convinced that there was between us to any argument.

          Trying to recall yesterday's event, I made the pain in his head spoke with a vengeance. I had a feeling he was going to blow my skull. The only thing I wanted at the moment is a double dose of painkillers.

          I came out of the bathroom, narrowing his eyes slightly. In Los Angeles, the sun shone, which was rushing into the living room, while effectively preventing me accurate vision. I passed on the way sitting on top of the boy with disheveled hair purple. I walked over to the cabinet, opening it. Quickly I found a packet of pills. I unscrewed the lid and then stood as dead. Only now my brain was surprised.

           I turned around slowly and then jumped in place, hitting the side of the counter. My body protested dull pain. He barely kept his feet. Box of pills fell out of my hand, and white pills scattered on the floor. I made a big eyes, looking at the smiling boy, who snorted melodious laughter. He waved his legs. He wore black sneakers ankle.

- Hey - he said, as if nothing had happened.

           Slightly parted lips, noticing known color irises. It was the same intense green in my dream. I measured him with her eyes again, pausing longer on black T-shirt with AC / DC and jeans with holes in the knees. He had several tattoos and piercings in his eyebrows. I narrowed my eyes, staring at what he has on his head. And just above his purple hair slightly she shimmered perfectly golden halo.

- Whore, do not drink more - blurted out, blinking. - I fucking hallucinations - I continued, feeling begin to shake my hands. - You're not here, and I ... Someone definitely something I spiked yesterday to drink and now I have a complete hallucination. I have discontinued alcohol, because ... You do not exist.

- Are you done? - He said, cocking his head in amusement.

- Why are you sitting in my kitchen?

- But is announced, you idiot - he said, turning his eyes. Me speechless. - In a dream? Brightens you something under the blond head of hair? - I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound escaped from my throat, so I didn't give up shutting them back. - Okay, I see that it will be much harder than I thought.