We were sneaking into her room to meditate on how to sleep, putting her teeth next to her on the kumudino, leaving on her feet a towel to prevent them and without the invisible organisms that come at night to take the feet of the sleep and walk with it, putting the nightmares and annoying dreams. We used to keep the towel shape so that we would not have it after leaving Titia to Sousse. We also tied her words while sleeping with her discredited teeth, and her sleep is neglected on her back, until all those who descend from Greek Qamrina and Sousse were affected by the eternal dead whom the city shares half by half. However, the dead do not snore, and Titria is snoring. My brother Ayoub was weaving for us frightening stories about the house of Titia Atria and the sea that flooded part of the Old City and my grandfather's house will inevitably immerse Titia to her Lord, perhaps he was waiting for her departure to do, so the sea is not so far, but it will not expand to drown a woman who is mired in the unit.