Why
A new day has dawned.
The smell of cigarettes.
Room.
A small window.
Bed.
A notebook on the table.
And nothing more.
A stiff smile remained.
Open eyes.
And saliva bubbles on the mirror.
There was no answer.
It's quiet.
In no time, the room was filled with the scents of the morning.
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Author:
falcon_mn (
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Comments1
Great imagery and flow. Nice microcosm.
Thank you Thomas
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