And the doors were closed ... an apathy enveloped everything she did, just the actions to pass the time and time was stopped in simple things, in slow and very tangible moments, wrapped in torpor. Anyone would say that she had smelled a potent potion, a few drops of some elixir of nature that numbed her senses.

And she played with the plants, holding softly among her fingers, enjoying their simple beauty, their basic colours and their strange shapes. There were three keys that used to unlock her life. One for the heart, one for thought and one for actions, but they were forgotten, lying on the ground apparently without any use.

In that warmth, that sweet and still air ... she was aware of the keys and looked at them from time to time, without much decision to actually take them.

It was easier to stay still in the daze of days, spending time without thinking too much.

Yes ... she wondered why she felt that apathy, that sloppiness, even the very cords that tied the keys gave the sensation of greater entanglement between them, she did not know which one to take, or if she would entangle one with the other .

In those lights that closed the day, in that calm afternoon, she knew that she would return to take and use each key ... as she always did. She trying to open the way, taking care of her heart, rethinking moments, making those little insights that could lead to much more important paths and above all waking up from that strange and overcome torpor.

That sweet and dangerous passivity that surrounds her every day. She would like to wake up and grab those keys and open those doors.

As she always did.