I'm not much of a writer, but I'd like to make a contribution to keep the blog going. :)
In attempt of escaping a busy day of A to Z's, and a huge bulk of previous encounters that have been clouding her very weak chest, she walked over to her favorite spot. A smile of relief was drawn on her face as soon as she approached that bench. Even though the wood was soaked wet and the grass had that distinctive winter smell, that of rain accumulation and long absence of the sun, she was taking a deep breath in to inhale the smell as if it was an odor of fresh cut grass on a summer day. Her smile, was that of an innocent soul, a smile that had her eyelids almost meet. A smile that would make you certainly forget your worries, but only seemed to hide hers. She's been carrying around a book, for the past three days. The bookmark was sticking out to mark the final chapter. With only one chapter left, this escape was planned to be one into a happy ending. A happy ending that was written for a fictional character, not for her, she was certainly aware. Nevertheless, she cherished the places that writer took her to with his words. But today wasn't the day, her heavy heart made it hard to open up the pages of that book. And so, she sat on the soaked bench and placed the book right next to her. The tall tree behind her offered her a sense of protection and the nice breeze wishwashing through the tree branches took her to a different escape. An escape that was unplanned, certainly not at that hour of the day. A few long minutes of sleep it was.
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