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The night in May.

There were times.. You know, happy times. Snowy nights and cold mornings. My soft fur coat.. Great hopes and great feelings.
Something is still wrong. Tommorow is going to be warm - +24 degrees Celcium. Nights are also warm. It smells sweet and there might be floweres somewhwere in darkness. Being tired too often and being thoughtful even more often.
The grammar task in the textbook seems to be boring. 3 projects that should be done and I don't know what to start with.
I want to be a star. A small star somewhere close to the horizont. To sink in deep blue silk and to be burnt every morning in a pink flame of a new day. To disappear in the cream of clouds and to keep a secret.
A big secret of myself.