Chapter 8 Nest Of Vipers

• Current weather...
• Mort and I are sitting on the balcony floor, it's been so long since I felt the warmth of the sun on my body, the soft caress of the wind on my skin, I had my eyes closed enjoying the sound of the leaves of the trees dancing, the birds singing in flight and the sound of the water coming from a fountain that was in the garden below; when I open my eyes I realize that Mort is staring at me, he seems to be very amused.
• - What's wrong? - I ask him since his gaze seems lost, and if he was, he blinks several times and turns to another side.