The white box

Once upon a time there was a girl that used to live in the top of a white box.

It was a little empty box, but she always thought it was the biggest one. From there she could see the whole world, and she used to wear her glasses to look at what was happening so far away, and see liked to take them off to compare the colours of the trees, the flowers, and the stars, but she never touched them.

She had also a little window in the box from where she comunicated with the others. Everytime when somebody came to see what´s going on in her window she couldn´t help falling in love with him, but nobody really came inside, because the glass of the window was really cold and closed, so all of them went away after a while. She felt so alone in there that she was always drawing and making pictures of them, hoping that maybe in her imagination those pictures become real.

One day there was a very strong storm, and the wind was really furious with her because she forgot to say goodnight to him the night before. It was so angry that it brought not only the worst wind, but also the darkest clouds, and the wettest rain. She was sleeping so deep that she didn´t notice that her box was moving, and flying through the storm. The box, made of paper, was getting wet little by little, and everybody knows that water is not a good friend for paper, so when the morning came, and the sun started to shine the box had completely dissapeared.

Some hours later she opened her eyes, and when she couldnt see the white walls of her safe box she felt really scared. She looked around, and all the world was opened, so big and cold. She was so afraid that she didint notice that there was a little boy, stearing at her, some meters away, like wondering if she was an angel that fell from the sky. That boy had the strangest eyes she had never seen, they were as blue as green, as dark as bright, and they were so intense that she couldnt stop looking inside of them. His hair was also strange, it was like made of light, and his skin was like drawn with a damn pen, with lots of spots over his shoulders. She thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever known, and she remembered the pictures he had been drawing her whole life, now missing, and she thought it was the same image she was looking now.

The boy was really courious, but he was not sure if she could speak his language, so he first moved his hand, to the front, and the girl did the same. Then she moved one foot, to the side, and he did the same. They looked like they were dancing in front of a mirror, as similar they looked like, playing that game. They really had the same hair, the same eyes, the same skin, and the same face, the most perfect face you can imagine. The only different thing between them it was that she was really clean, because she had been her whole life inside of a box making drawings of the world outside, but he was really dirty, because he had been playing with the mud, the animals, and the grass. He smelt like fire, a mix of every smell of the world, and she smelt like transparent water.

The wind, that was still angry with her, started to blow, and it was the first time she felt it so cold, out of her box, and she had no coat so she started to shiver, and she didn´t know what to do, but he had been always walking around, so he knew all the tricks to get shelter of the weather, so he took from his bag a red blanket, and built a tent for them in just one minute.

Once they were in, they started to speak, and they realised they could speak the same language, so they spoke for hours about the world she had seen but she never touched, and the world he had touched, but he never understood. They had such a long conversation that the night came, and later the day came again and they were still talking, talking, talking for days.

Everything around was vanishing, all the outside world was being destroyed piece by piece, out of the tent hundreds of coloured bricks were flying, the bricks from an ancient tower, from an ancient empire, falling everywhere like in a noisy party. And it was really a party, they thought, because the world was fading out, but they were really happy they had found each other.

After some days they were so tired that really needed to sleep, so they made a bed to sleep, inside of the red tent. And they slept so long, for days, months, or even years, that their dreams were like a story, like the whole history.

When they had slept enough they opened their eyes, those eyes they had so similar that they looked like there were four eyes opening at the same time. They were embracing each other, and noticed they were naked, and their bodies had grown, and now they were no children anymore.

Out of the red tent the light was shining, and it was so atractive that they couldnt help looking outside. He was the first opening the tent and going out, and he was really surprised that everything he remembered was now different, the trees were different trees, the grass was so tall and soft that the flowers were singing, there was a stream full of fishes there and some white clouds were making pictures for them. The weather was so good that he thougth he wouldn´t need clothes anymore. They were hungry, so they took some fruits from a tree, and they were satisfied. They were so pleased that they thought they were in paradise. And then he said just six words:

- We are like Adam and Eve. -

And then she remembered a picture she had drawn in her old white box, a really old picture, and smiled without saying anything...