Mittelbewusstsein      painting

Good day. I’m replacing the narrating voice, that has been delayed, and I’ll get directly to the point. So, for New Year’s Eve, he bought her a string of oriental pearls and a dress made by a famous designer. She was thrilled and put them on. He asked her to walk up and down the living room as if she were on a catwalk. She did, gracefully. "You’re simply divine!" He said. "Thank you, you’re very dear." She said. Then she asked him to read her something nice. In a deep and warm voice, he read her a short story by Chekhov. They toasted at midnight with some Moet et Chandon, then lit the torches and kissed. "Happy New Year, my love." "Happy New Year, darling."

They went to bed, each to their own bedroom. That first night of the year 2000, they had a wonderful dream: they dreamt about making love. He with Rituccia, the housemaid – she with Lucariello, the butcher’s son.

Now, I must say that the narrating voice that I’m replacing was a bit confused, as it didn’t remember if the dreams went precisely that way. "Maybe," he said, "he dreamt of making love to Lucariello, the boy, and she to Rituccia, the housemaid". In any case, it was a good dream nonetheless.