•The guest at the party•
The breeze came quivering the curtains and me,
with the sunlight rubbing my eyes and the music of the birds and the psalms entering my sleek ears. Hiding my bedsheet inside its own folds, I reflected myself into the mirror with a silly grin on my face, and hairs slapping my obsessed reverie. Opening the door, I saw everybody entering into their chores and my feelings became invisible for them.
I went to school with a heavy heart to receive some boxes, but received none, and returned home with empty hands and ashed mind. Opening the door, I went directly to the room to my most beloved friend, my pillow, who could absorb all my pain.
Suddenly, I heard a sullied knock-knock, spoiling my party with my guests. My feet felt numb but they moved towards the door to make it open. And my ears heard a chiming which went directly to my heart, to make it attend the fresh party outside. Within no second, I dressed up a dress and a makeupand went directly to the party room where myheart went vad to dance with the melodies and to murder the cake like a best murderer and accepted many suspense like a greedy man. But my heart is burgeoning with lachesism to make meet this disaster again. #quotestitchers#QSblindwars#qsblindwarsr2#wclachesism#myfaveng_ashu#qsblindwarsr2k
