I used to write a lot (in my native language - not english), mostly poetry and small stories.
Now, not so much.
Lullaby From Next Door by debNise, literature
Literature
Lullaby From Next Door
I live in a tiny house that smells like incense and curry.
It has a balcony that allows me to see the whole shinning sky and bats flying around me on summer nights.
My tiny house has no curtains. Which makes the sun even brighter. And sometimes I just look outside through the window while the sunlight warms up my face. And a smile comes out of my lips.
But there's another particular thing about my tiny bright house that smells like incense and curry...
It's a piano sound coming from the next door.
Every night, at the same time, someone starts playing.
I don't know who plays.
I never saw a single soul going in or out that door.
Makes me wonder