The Imperfect Mornings

The sun was still struggling somewhere around the morning horizon. The pigeons on the dirty cupboard didn't hesitate from announcing their fragile existence. The hard flaps and loud hoots did come close to waking up the large naked animal somewhere in the background, wriggling on a¬†mattress.. the old mattress that hanged halfway off the bed … Continue reading The Imperfect Mornings

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