La Cotta Garden
My eyes shifted to the old wood-standing clock tick-tocking its noise in the aged small room. The clock screams 8 o’clock in the evening together with the pronounced cricket noises outside the cabin.
I feel like I am in a province…
I heard the raspy noise of the match scratching against the matchbox as Jax tried to create a fire and light a pillar candle on top of a small wooden table beside a huge almost black wooden cabinet.
I expected the room to be a bit dusty because of its age and I feel like Jax doesn’t really go here anymore but, it is not. The room is clean as if it is cleaned every day in case he will come. I don’t even know why I pictured this room like that.
I laid my eyes on the bed. Even the bedsheets are clean and still look new. As if those are just
