The Tea Rose Sun_Like in a book_A Forty Year History_Unforgettable Ink
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The Tea Rose Sun
When you woke up today, the Sun rose in the west. The bigger miracle was that you woke up without the assistance of your alarm. Soon, there was a brush in your hand and a smile on your face as you admired the view out of your window, not the usual half-toasted piece of bread in your mouth and a frown on your eyebrows in the kitchen because you were getting late. When the alarm finally went off, it seemed to be a serene score to your movements as you stepped out of your bath. You could not recollect the last time you spent so much time under a stream of water which was not too cold nor too hot....
Like in a book
I was just reading one of my favorite books. I already read it over ten times, but I still like it. I was entirely focused on the story. Only the steady humming from my old lamp next to my bed kept me from plunge into the world of written words completely. I just finished a chapter, when I heard another noise. It was not something that could have been heard in a normal London apartment. It was a sharp noise, like when the room suddenly quiets down and you get this ring in your ear, that just doesn't want to go away. Or when you are alone and take out your headphones and the complete silence t...
A www.onedoor.ccForty Year History
I clicked out of the streaming app once the end credits started to roll. Moving to my side, I reached over and jabbed at my alarm clock’s buttons, putting it ahead one hour for daylight saving time. Eyelids weighing heavily, it didn’t take long for the warm blanket of sleep to fall over me. I don’t know how much time has passed. However, naturally my mind started cranking to work. I’d learned to trust that perhaps I’d woken up a few minutes before my alarm and with eyes closed I searched blindly for it. The metallic sound that paired itself with my intake of air made my eyes snap open before s...
Unforgettable Ink
It was a lazy sort of afternoon, with hazy golden skies and the smell of cherry blossoms in the air. Sarah sat at the front desk with her headphones in her ears. Otherworldly Images— tattoo-artists, specializing in all kinds of tattoos and piercings, magical and regular— was open, though empty at the moment. Natasha and Samuel had dispersed somewhere in the shop, leaving Sarah to man the front desk. Sarah didn’t really mind. Her desk– more of a table, really— sat right in fat the top of the steps leading up the front door, providing her an excellent view of not only the street but also the str...