He has never slept in this room before.
There are two guitars in the corner so he knows it is not
his, but he feels at home and on the bedside table there are two books that he would like to read. One of them is in German so he knows that he won’t but the second
– a Japanese tale written in English he could.
There is a table in the corner next to the window, which is
open. It’s an old style sash window painted white, the table is triangular,
almost, and made of wood. There is room for him to set down his notebook and
start writing.
But it is late, midnight crept past over two hours ago and
the bed, which is in the centre of the room looks like the sensible place to
be. The bed is comfortable, ample in size, freshly made with sun-dried linen
and an angle poise lamp lights the pillow where his head could slumber.
But it could also illuminate his notebook.
2 comments:
love and miss you already xx
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