non sense

“Why isn't it three plus five the same that six plus two?” 

That was what I wonder when I woke up today.

Not an European forest full of pines and oaks and musk growing as a natural carpet. A Chilean forest instead, full of Eucalyptus, Litre and a serie of unknown brunches and bushes. That one that grows near the beach was the one that I was trying to scape from. 

After running through the forest I found a safe place.

I reached the house of a friend of mine. I had the keys in my pocket, but suddenly I was inside trying to solve the way which two dices were going to make my new five friends returned to their original form. They could be objects again, after all, they had finished their work: save me from the three hounds which tried to hunt me at the forest. 

The boy who once was a lamp was the nicest one, quite charming and alluring. We fell in love, but the destiny was not on our side. 

I throwed the dices and unfortunately when I look at them I saw my fate on the table: a three and a five, that can not mean anything else that he, and my other four friends, would be objects again.

They would be gone forever.

Despite my bad star, when I was leaving on sorrow my friend's house I heard the dices felling down the entryway's stairs and when I turned to look at them I see the numbers: a six and a two. 

I knew that the lamp boy would not be gone.