viernes, 10 de abril de 2020

As the night enclosed behind her back, she waited. To sit at his desk was something else. Her feet did not touch ground since the chair was too high up. She did not dare to pull it down, for it was going to be both for a very short period that she would be sitting there, and a very noticeable change in the room due to the difference in height. She did not want to change anything from the room, not even positions. When the sun started to set and an intense ray of sunlight -desert sunlight- hit her right on her left ear, she stood perfectly sitted where she was. Later on, she would have to treat the burnt with aloe vera straight from Marisa's backyard plant.

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