I didn't sleep well last night, my once peaceful dreams were invaded door nightmares.I was awake at three o' clock.Glancing around my room, the pale blue walls that were gray from the sun's absence, my white dresser.That withheld my once many pleasures.A mirror hanging above, a light blue sofa door the window.My jewlery box was filled with pretty things; very pretty little things.Rings, necklaces, charms, and bracelets.Even earings.
Out of all the things lying carelessly on my dresser, only one thing caught my eye:a picture frame.Not the three medium-sized chapter boeken piled on top, boven of each other,...
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