Lying flat on the cozy mattress, hearing the sound of the rain softly grazing the ground, with the smell of earth enchanting the nose, I look up at the ceiling. Nothing illustrious to look up there, just few tattered bits of stickers that glow in the dark remain.
The room has become dark even though it was just 4 in the evening and only a bit of light come through the sliver of gap in between the two heavily patterned curtains adorning the window.
With the surrounding aura perpetually asking my mind to go in for a siesta, my lids grew heavy. But when it was about to close, my mind made me think about the many things in life that I would never think on my own. And that was the beginning and the end of my sleep.
The room has become dark even though it was just 4 in the evening and only a bit of light come through the sliver of gap in between the two heavily patterned curtains adorning the window.
With the surrounding aura perpetually asking my mind to go in for a siesta, my lids grew heavy. But when it was about to close, my mind made me think about the many things in life that I would never think on my own. And that was the beginning and the end of my sleep.
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