It was 8:30 in the morning on the nightstand's clock when I woke up staring at the ceiling thoughtfully about a dream, I had last night I would describe as cute yet strange, cute by the fact that it was romantic and strange because I don't know the boy, I've just seen him once no more.
- Not a chance, a smile escaped in the air remembering the part where we kissed passionately
I mean … what on earth was that, I'm almost sure it was just another silly and meaningless dream, I thought to myself
Luiza: Good morning Isa.
Isabella: Good morning Aunt Luh.
I sat at the table, I had some hot chocolate, two pieces of cheese breads*, and a French bread with butter. Shortly after I have finished breakfast I took my laptop and sat on the balcony, surfing some news sites and random stuff
-Good mo
