A moment ago he was inside the quiet frame like a good lizard basking in the sun.
But something change in the air, thicker and heavier than the air in the room, with a stale smell.
A dry did not dry my body, it was not cold, it was rare and out of the corner of the eye saw him move.
Sluggish and slow coming out of the picture frame about to run around the room.
I opened my eyes and felt the blanket around my body, half stunned by the drowsiness I realized that it was my imagination playing when he is free dreaming.