Writing between Stories and Letters: El sueño de Mary// Mary's dream
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Precipitadamente, Mary se incorporó, una sensación de angustia embarga su corazón, jadeaba de manera copiosa, había reaparecido aquel sueño o mejor dicho, la pesadilla, que no la deja dormir, su recurrencia la comenzaba a inquietar, esta era la sexta veces que lo tenía, le da miedo adormecerse, no quería ser asaltada por esas imágenes inquietantes, no podía quitárselas de su cabeza, por ello había dejado de leer sus libros favoritos sobre filosofía, los de ciencias naturales y el hombre, en especial aquellos donde se explicaba los experimentos que se hacían para retrasar la muerte, pues no deseaba hacerse figuraciones que la inciten a crear escenas terroríficas mientras está durmiendo.
En su desesperada búsqueda por disipar las enseñanzas obtenidas de aquellos libros, se ha dedicado a ojear novelas históricas o románticas, aunque a su padre, este cambio le disgustaba, a menudo le critica sus nuevas preferencias literarias, que a su parecer, son banales, pero Mary ha tenido temor de contarle sobre sus sueños, no quiere que la considere una lunática o algo parecido, pues él es prejuicioso con ciertos temas, en especial con lo referente a lo onírico y la psique humana.
A la joven le espanta cerrar sus ojos nuevamente, por lo que decide salir de la cama para sosegarse, va de un extremo a otro de la habitación, cuenta los números al revés, estas acciones hicieron que su respiración se fuera pausando, los latidos de su corazón se desacelerarán y su mente se calmará, así puedo pensar con mayor claridad, regreso a su lecho, sin intenciones estar yacente, solo quería reflexionar sobre las imágenes oníricas que se han estado reproduciendo reiteradamente mientras ella duerme.
Los primeros rayos del sol encontraron a Mary sentada en su escritorio, relatando minuciosamente las escenas que ha captado de sus sueños, con el propósito de exorcizar sus pensamientos.
English
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Precipitously, Mary sat up, and a feeling of anguish overwhelmed her heart, she was panting profusely that dream had reappeared, or rather, the nightmare, which does not let her sleep, its recurrence was beginning to worry her, this was the sixth time she had it, she was afraid to fall asleep, she did not want to be assaulted by those disturbing images, She could not get them out of her head, that is why she had stopped reading her favorite books on philosophy, natural sciences, and man, especially those that explained the experiments that were done to delay death because she did not want to get pictures that would incite her to create terrifying scenes while she was sleeping.
In her desperate search to dissipate the teachings obtained from those books, she has devoted herself to reading historical or romantic novels, her father disliked this change, often criticizing her new literary preferences, which in his opinion, are banal, Mary has been afraid to tell him about her dreams, not wanting him to consider her a lunatic or something similar, since he is prejudiced with certain subjects, especially about the dreamy and the human psyche.
The young woman is afraid to close her eyes again, so she decides to get out of bed to calm down, she goes from one end of the room to the other, she counts the numbers upside down, these actions made her breathing slow down, her heartbeat slow down and her mind calm down, so she can think more clearly, she returns to her bed, with no intention of lying down, she just wanted to reflect on the dreamlike images that have been playing repeatedly while she sleeps.
The first rays of sunlight found Mary sitting at her desk, painstakingly recounting the scenes she has captured from her dreams, to exorcise her thoughts.
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