Act 1, Scene 12

FEDE

I told my parents on the phone. They didn’t ask much about Meli and reminded me not to get too distracted. It would be quite a while before I saw them in person again.

Anyways, it was official, we had “moved in” together and immediately and most naturally the problems started rearing their head.

The place was a mess, and no matter how much I tried tidying it up, the next time I came in the chaos would have come back in a new, innovative clutter which sometimes would predict Meli’s next style change and sometimes not. Furthermore, she had this insistence on knowing exactly how her head looked on the inside and I hardly knew what to tell her. ¿Were the stains on the marble painted more in the impressionist or expressionist manner? I’m sorry I couldn’t tell as I was cleaning them up.

Then you had the enigma of the sleeping schedule. ¿While one of us slept on a head the other one would just kill time on the streets? I tell you, we were a couple of smart kids, but when we joined forces we could add up to a big idiot. 

Luckily, I’m a creature of habit; if I weren’t, the spaces inside the letters of this diary wouldn’t be filled in blue, right? I have always, with the exception of my 30s, gotten up at 06:00 in the morning. Meli, on the other hand, claimed with almost purple eyebags and the posture of a dissected gargoyle that “painting was her sleeping”. Therefore, I’d sleep in her head from 11:30 PM to 05:00 AM after which I’d get out and she would go in to get her sleep from 06:00 AM to 13:00 PM. She’d also nap from time to time outside.I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that for the entire first month of our situation I slept on a sofa in one of the halls instead of any of the myriad bedrooms. At the time it seemed too… bold? I guess I was still thinking of those beds as her beds. 

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