Caffeine into the veins

She blamed the coffee. Drinking it after twelve in the morning made her become overactive.

Blanca moved around the house jumping, orbiting around her as if it were a children´s game. She walked around her bedroom looking up every picture as if it were the first time she saw them. She rummaged a dust particle that has not yet perched on the shelf. She climbed into her bed and wrinkled the sheets knowing that she would get angry until she forgave her with a long kiss. They ended up lying on the floor, with the head over the other´s chest. Blanca caressed her pale skin smoothly as if she were afraid it could crack with a sigh.

They cooked dinner together while laughing loudly. Her gazes didn´t cross but her complicity filled every unplanned silence. Blanca took a big glass of water but was getting drunk by the alcohol she was breathing from her. Their lips were touching each other in the distance with every dinner bite. They had the dessert without stopping talking. Then, Blanca got up and danced in the living room without appearing that she was having an electrical shock as usually happened when someone forced her to dance.

She blamed the coffee although she only drank it with her.