It comes in sudden while I’m writing the first page of my book. I hear music from afar, not so clear but it’s ok for my ear. A great sound combined with the sound of my finger dancing above the keyboards and my rainy noose and the clock and the vague sounds of people talking in a food truck behind my house and a silence in my head enjoying this night. I think I start crying. No, not because I’m sad, I just want to cry. The same cry when I saw an adorable city night. It’s truly an adorable night. Even though I’m so sleepy and my heart beats so fast under the effect of the caffeine I drink during the coffee break and a feeling like my head is floating.
No, I’m not doing contemplation or blabbering about how funny my recent life is. I’m just enjoying my deserted night.
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