It is a wet Saturday morning and I haven't venture my outdoor. Last night's sleep was disturbing, I had nightmares of various kinds, could be due to stress or fatigue. I don't like it, nightmares are disturbing, they made my heart beat fast, struggling to get out of it or trying to convince myself it is only a dream and that reality is real. Frustrating I would say. It is a wet Saturday, drizzling leading to a mild pour of the rain. The air is slightly cool, not very though. Listening to Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherade seems to set the mood to perfection. Miss penning down my gothic thoughts, shall do so if the mood is right tonight.
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