In bed, in her melancholy dark room, with a face fadedly enlightened with the mobile that you can barely distinguish its features. A shivering cold hand her mobile, with eyes holding their tears hopelessly. Although her blanket was so light, it felt like a rock on her body, she couldn’t bear even being touched. Yes, on edge, she could breakdown effortlessly upon the slightest action. You doubt? Try turning the lights on and i can assure you that this resting corpse will turn into a red-eyed- flying dragon that would throw you with fire turning you into ashes. Then she will return back to the part of the bed she kept warm, covering herself with her fragile shell, returning back to her statue-like condition…

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton