Real Fiction / Silvia Ștefan, translated by Tania Diniță: Who Gets the Last Laugh

I lie down on the couch and prop my feet on the wall. The smell of coffee on the little table makes me inhale deeply. How cool it is to look at the white clouds, in the morning, through the enormous window. Their run, their conversion into butterflies, dragons, faces, hearts. This cashmere blouse hugs me warmly, comfily. You were expecting me to be depressed, to rip my heart out and stain the …