Pacified animal

Daniel says … nothing. He doesn't say anything. He shrinks of shoulders, changes position, looks without seeing. The smoke of the cigar rises up to wrapping his head. I thought that he was going to say something. He was about to. I stop, turn around myself, look out the window, breath heavily. I rest at the edge of the bathroom's door. I light a cigar too, I'm in my underwear. I support my back to the door, break my knees, we look each other.
I see a pacified animal, a blue sight.