Cushions. Check.
Colour. Check.
Wall-art. Check.
Pizzazz. Check.
Midnight. Even the most inviting divan couldn’t do it. Her monkey-mind kept running over many
details. Her tired body, aching knees, sore back….all were craving for rest. But
she was too restless.
And then the music began…
Three days later, their dream-home was almost all set. Back from
his business trip he was happily surprised.
"It does feel like
home, doesn't it?"
"Absolutely! But did you sleep at all?"
"Every midnight the
pianist next-door played my favourite lullaby. That made me sleep like a baby."
"But nobody lives in
that house, dear!"
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Image 1: mine, Image 2: google, altered
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