I don’t like the end of stories. Why shall I interrupt being transported in another world and another time? I feel good, distracted from the daily rot, my mind finally begins to wander, and I start to wonder. I am not interested in plot development. I don’t want to have a plot twist. I don’t want to discover surprises. I just want to expand this moment to infinity. Like sea waves caressing my legs on a white sand beach, where the water is warmer than my skin. I have everything I need. I don’t need anything. I don’t need anybody. I am perfect. There’s no horizon to see. It merged seamlessly where the last of the waves meet the first of the clouds. Good sensations envelop me entirely.