between a slanted ceiling and four walls
Long... long ago, after a cold but colorful Fall, I dreamed the wildest dreams inside a little attic room at the end of a long unfurnished hall. In it, a large bay window overlooked the beach below, a beach that very few sunny days saw but which knew the sting of cold winds like the ones that many years before I had come to know, while laying face down in that litle room's floor with my feet perched against its door. That old door that cricked and stuck, when closed, allowed me to create between... Sign in to see full entry.