Is silence more silent during winters?
Why do I feel like eating a cake right now?
Ugh, the daily drill of waking, cooking, packing starting tomorrow. Winters and waking early don't mix well.
Looking out of my window and seeing how passionately the tree branches dance to the compassionless wind makes me shiver. Leaves jumping in a discordant pattern casting odd shadows in a faded light to complete the eerie facade.
The tree is so close to my window, that if it were to assume a life of its own, it'd easily push its branches through the glass pane, snaking its curling wood to upturn my bed and grab me by my ankle and pull me out. What then? Would it swallow me?
I'm beginning to scare myself.
I shouldn't worry. A tree is bound to be vegetarian.
In this dark room, I see a tiny red light a few paces front of me from a television that's never turned on. (I wonder if it's married ;( )
Pink duvets looks like a fluffy sarcophagus that each have a head protruding out. Oddly humped with voluminous velutinous creases.
Which reminds me I should probably put some new covers or maybe just wait a couple weeks when it'll be time to pull out thicker duvets.
Ah, useless musings that come with night.
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