Woodnote

She opened the window. She was stressed and she did not have a decent sleep since a long time. She sighed, conscious that nobody could comfort her on that moment. The weather outside was gloomy, and leaning from her tiny opening she could see some clouds leaving to make room for a bright, celestial sky. … Continue reading Woodnote

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Gonzo

He started talking about the Syrian crisis in that table of friends and colleagues, but his manners and his accent just made everyone’s thinking, in a sort of silent mutual agreement she was sure, how eccentric that goofy British guy looked like.

Amanuensis

While she was copying some passages of her diary into her pc, she realized how ugly her handwriting was. She had a hard time reading it as well. However, she knew that she made it on purpose. She loved the sensation of feeling lost it gave her, it was like running without looking back.

Puckish

Although she followed all the good sleep suggestions of her favourite health blog, her sleep was behaving like a little child, tickling her nose to keep her awake staring at the steep ceiling.