I dreamed of dying in your arms (English version)

I dreamed of dying in your arms and it was nice. Especially because you walked by my dreams, it’s been a while since you did that. We were in a very dark room, most likely your office. Lying there on the couch with my hands between my thighs, you were sitting on the edge, my head resting on your lap. It’s not a position in which to die, as if in that moment of intimacy I decided to part ways with this world. I have thought about saying goodbye, but it wouldn’t be in your arms so it doesn’t make much sense. In the meantime, I take the long way home from work, avoiding the house at all costs. Surely that’s why my dream was in your office, I haven’t been there in ages. Not a single thing has been moved, not even a book. That awful leather couch is still in there, frozen, collecting dust inside the creases. <a href="https://medium.com/@jacintafrance/i-dreamed-of-dying-in-your-arms-english-version-3058d7f075d5">Read More</a>