Wandering **4: telling tales

Today the sun seemed to be chasing after her, Anna was lying down over the grass and after a moment the sun was right above her face, she moved, again, and this time she opened her arms completely, making a cross with her body, she closed her eyes for a while but again, there was the sun right above her face "the sun`s chansing me today" she thought. It felt that way for her; even at sunset she could felt the red sun rays, it was weird or maybe not, "it might be all just a coincidence, you know" her inner voice said.

That night she woke up again in the middle of the night. When she realized she was awake she growled "dont think about anything, just go back to sleep!" it was too late, she was awake already.
She remembered a face, she remembered the ghost of a name, the faint scent of someone, "someone" who that was? she knew she knows that "someone" she`s not completely awake to tell who is it but she feels stupid for having the thought. Her inner voice was awake too "dont feel stupid maybe there`s someone thinking about you too" Anna wanted to believe that but she just couldnt "you know, as much as I do, that it is not possible... for some reason that someone is in my thoughts even before Im totally awake, I just wish I could remember the name..." her inner voice stayed quiet for a while then said "it`s true, probably no one think about us and smile at the thought of our name but it doesnt mean we cant dream a little" the inner voice smirked "let me tell you a story ok? dont say no Anna, after all is not like it`s real.
The answer was going to be "no" but both of them loved the stories of that dreamy and fearless inner voice. "The same "someone"? " Anna asked to her inner voice
"you already know the answer to that question, that someone that invades our brains like narcotic, untraceable narcotic..." Anna payed attention to her inner-voice whispers "listen to this, Anna" it said " a soft soft breeze, the leaves playing music for you, a calm place, you`re sat with "someone" there are no words between you too but your skin communicates, your fingers caressing his hands..."
"what are you saying??!!" Anna interrupted the inner voice "I dont like it `my fingers caressing his hands?!` I wouldnt do that!"
"no you wouldnt but you`d like to, if not, the thought of it hadnt occurred to me -the inner voice laughed- if you were a bit more daring you know you`d do it"
"shut up!"
"oh, you know I`m right, Anna! now, let me finish ok?"
both voices stayed quiet for a bit, thinking perhaps
"your fingers caressing his hands, electricity through your fingers, hands, through all your skin -Anna was able to feel what the inner voice was describing and little by little she was wandering in her own reverie- he turned to look at you. <> 
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The scene was filled with midst and the inner-voice tale got to an end, the images got blurred, slowly, Anna had fallen asleep, with the lullaby of her own voice.