1:56 am

Guillermo slowed down and parked near the sideway. He turned off his car. He gave a puff to his cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

It wasn't the first time he visited a public park in the middle of the night. When he was young he used to come here with his friends to drink all night long without any interruption. And there never was: the neighbors never called 911, and no criminal, drifter, couple or etcetera ever came.

It was a safe place.

Guillermo got out of his car and yawned. He walked through the trees and the lampposts and arrived to the playground. There were swings, slides, seesaws, and a basket-ball field.

When he came with his friends, he used to swing again and again. He balanced himself to go up and up until he felt dizzy and jumped.

He almost always fell on his feet.

Guillermo then sat on a swing and started balancing himself, but he immediately felt nauseous and stopped. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Nausea started fading away.

He opened his eyes. He smoked and nausea returned. He coughed and threw the cigarette away.

He took put his phone. No new messages. He opened Netflix and chose a movie from his list. He turned the volume up.

The movie started. Guillermo took the pone with both his hands and put it horizontally. He looked at the images and read the subtitles, but his eyes started to close. He opened up again and again, but they kept closing.

And he fell asleep. His pone fell from his hands, and he started to lean forward. He leaned more and more until he fell on the ground and hit his head.

"Fuck," Guillermo woke up and got up slowly.

His pone was still on the floor. He took it and checked it. It didn't seem broken, but the movie was still playing. He paused it and closed Netflix.

He opened WhatsApp. No new messages.

He checked his contact list, and didn't found anyone he wanted to call.

He looked at the time, and found out he had only been there for 10 minutes.

He put away his phone and left.