A cold breeze was blowing which gently caressed my cheeks. With the smile playing on my lips I remembered those painfully numbered days passed in careless ecstasy. Read story of dreams
Author: Swagata.das4
To Find Sleep at Last
The yellow sunlight pricked my eyes; I gingerly walked up to the window and closed it. A few rays still stole their way through the crevices of the wooden frame into the dark room.
