The trip

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Time began to pass more slowly. I felt that every day was more than 24 hours.
After the last days of work, I wanted to immediately prepare my luggage with all I need for holidays.
– Jacob, get up, it is not a bedtime at 7 p.m.. – said, Celine.
– Yeahhh. – Jacob muttered.


I could barely hear his reply.
– Come on, Jacob? – insisted.
He ignored me.
Relaxed, turned to the other side of the bed.
– Oh my god! Is it Friday?
– Yes, we have a plane at 4 a.m. tomorrow.
Was at that moment, he stood up and started running from one side to the other.
In my memory, I had two pictures. Even today, I can remember that feeling the salt water on the skin, high temperatures, dirt roads to the lagoon.
I took a deep and happy breath.
Both automatically looked for each other and we knew that we were both with the same image in our minds.

O tempo começou a passar mais lentamente. Sentia que cada dia tinha mais do que 24 horas.
Passados os últimos dias de trabalho, apeteceu-me, de imediato, preparar as malas de viagem.
– Jacob, levanta-te, não são horas de dormir às sete da tarde. – disse Céline.
– Simmm – murmurou Jacob.
Mal consegui ouvir a sua resposta.
– Vá lá, Jacob? – insisti.
Ele ignorou-me.
Descontraidamente, virou-se para o outro lado da cama.
– Oh meu deus! É sexta-feira?
– Sim, temos um avião amanhã, às 4 da manhã.
Foi, nesse momento, que se levantou e começou a correr de um lado para o outro.
Na memória, tinha duas fotografias. Ainda hoje, sinto os salpicos da água salgada a tocar-me na pele, as altas temperaturas, as estradas de terra batida até à lagoa…
Respirei fundo.
Ambos olhámos, automaticamente, um para o outro e sabíamos que estávamos os dois com a mesma imagem em mente.

Credits: Image and text thescheme617
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