Serena
I wake up early morning not feeling fresh at all, the nightmares have been equivalent to torture tonight, filled with Alias scornful remarks and shadowy figures with crimson red eyes lurking around, I need some fresh air and walk to the window when my eyes lands on the sill there in the fresh morninglight lays the most beautiful white peony I have ever in my life seen, it is royal, soft and yet understated. Those are my favorite flowers and I wonder what it is doing here and when I look down another question surfaces, how did it get up here we are on third floor and it can´t be a coincidence that my favorite flower is outside my window – this is a mystery I cannot find a solution on. I bring it back to my bed when I take in it´s intoxicating scent, which chases away the bad memorie
