Thanks to my editors and style correctors: Arlena, Ish and Yoslay.
Lisa felt she was sleeping with her enemy; actually not only sleeping but also “living” with it. Everyday she woke up in the morning; she had the impression of been observed and analyzed by a strange entity. Sometimes she believed seeing her soul trapped at a dark tunnel inside of her brain, and her arms taking a moribund blue color, contrasting with yellow phlegm floating in her throat. It was an uncomfortable situation… her enemy was declaring a silent but psychologically damaging war. She had no other option than looking for a survival strategy; took her computer and googled about the newest war logistical plans. Three hours later she thought she had the solution to her problem.
As she was perfectly feeling her enemy sleeping on her bed, Lisa decided not to sleep that one or any other night if it was necessary. Avoiding the tragic scene at the dark tunnel, she turned on the house lights. With a bag of salt and garlic she built a circle around her, to frighten that “analytic” entity that was questioning her acts and words the whole day. Afraid of that nasty phlegm, Lisa stopped eating and also drinking any fluid. It was seven days and nights of war. She was definitely winning over her enemy… there wouldn’t be another opportunity for harassing her. There wouldn’t be an opponent because Lisa didn’t exist any more.
