Powers of Two
A little boy closed his eyes before he went to sleep. He thought about his lunch in the school, how the leafs are green and if u look it really close u can see some small veins, like the ones in the neck. He started to count how many of them he can see. 1, 2, 3 … the numbers start flowting away, dancing in the black sky of his brain, changing colors, going up side down and suddently … one of them starts to make a cintilante sound, like a bell made of a fine glass. The other number got excited and try to imitate or follow the first one. They got lost, and back again, and a strange symphony was making the boy go deeper and deeper in his blackness. He hears Fibonacci when he sleeps.