My only friend's room is empty now, two men put me inside. The biggest door closes it's back to me, mouth open , eyes in the sky... I'm a prisoner of my anguish, of my corpse (of my own hypnotised mind). I can see her near me like a remembering. Her hands poised on me make me suffer, I kick my face to banish her picture from me for self-deliverance. I try to go out when I can see her smile. The fall is too long, the fight is too hard and in a worried spring her face evaporates from my mind (I'm shouting!!!). I measure my length on the bed that seems like mine. I try to remove my straps, but there's nothing, Anthéa comes into my room, the sweet sound of her voice can be heard... All of this was but a dream.