Sitting down in the seat, the wood creaked as if it let out a quick painful shriek, what was the time?
It only served to see the lamp in the corner of the room by the clock which was ten minutes slow.
No one cared to tune the cat. If the will to see the future is not grasped by the fire, then what is the use of talking to the rabbit. We saw the wisdom in the window and were moved to the left.
The red door opened and in flew the scent of rose.
As we stood from the seat, the wood let out a quick sigh.
It was the time.
Have a mysterious Monday!
No comments:
Post a Comment