Dream | PRUSOPIS
The storm broke out in the middle of the night, until the morning sky calmed down. She could not sleep, the weather did not allow her to rest. Once asleep, began to harass her dreams. Woke her in the morning. She could not sleep. She began to meditate. The past does not let us forget it. Still harassed her every day, any time. Good memory was her curse. kitchens direct She remembered everything kitchens direct that has happened 10 years ago, which dreamed up the night before, who had hurt her. She could write a book. People blessed with such an amazing memory turn out to be excellent kitchens direct writers.
Stopped fighting and no longer tried to sleep once again. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was five thirty. She threw the blanket aside and stood up. She felt tired. How long will fight with nightmares? How long will visit her in a dream ...?
Stretched. She looked around the room. On the desk lay her job. She had to write a report for today. But yesterday she was so tired that she had left work, no longer even thinking about that today should give it back. She looked away from that place and went to the window, to even forget about unwanted obligation. Slowly it got is light. kitchens direct The sun was rising as if lazily. The streets did not see a living soul. All the inhabitants of the town were still asleep. Only her dream did not provide relief, only anguish. Around was deathly kitchens direct silence. The city was asleep.
The silence was interrupted kitchens direct by a sudden impact to the door. Startled, frightened. In a moment she turned toward the door and froze. For a moment as she stared at the closed door. Again she heard a loud knock. Timidly approached the closed door of his room, then opened it. Again she heard pounding on the front door. She came closer. She lifted her hands and let them drop to the wood. His hands rested on the door.
A moment she stood. No one was knocking. Who could so early to knock on her apartment? She looked through the peephole. She saw that someone was standing behind the door as if he knew he was going to be opened. For a moment she hesitated, but decided to open a newcomer.
The subject was still waiting. She turned the key in the lock and opened kitchens direct the door. He stood in front of her middle-aged man. He was dressed in a suit, neatly combed, quite elegant. In his hand he held a small envelope. The girl looked at him from head to toe. In the end, her eyes fell on his face. The man did not even smile, his face remained grim. - What? What brings you to me so early? Who are you? - She asked. The man did not answer, just handed her an envelope. - From whom? - Read - finally replied the stranger. His voice was so low that it seemed inhuman. - Who are you? - She asked uncertainly. - Nobody important. I just had to deliver this letter at five thirty-five. That's all. - Who is the sender? - Inquired. But the man only bowed and walked away without a word of explanation. The girl stood there for a moment watching the stranger leaves. She did not know until the end of what had just happened. I do not understand.
She returned to the interior with a letter in his hand, closing the door behind him. The whole time staring at the envelope. Its not saved. In the hallway kitchens direct was a large mirror. She stood before him with a letter kitchens direct in his hand, not taking his eyes from the consignment. She looked frowning and trying to sort things kitchens direct out, but did not see any sense in this. Finally, she looked kitchens direct ahead, just in the mirror. Behind her, someone has. At first I thought it was an hallucination. But there really was somebody. That's it. The same man from sleep. The same ...
She was afraid to see for yourself. Again she looked at the letter. She turned and began to open it. She hesitated. Again directed his gaze toward the mirror. No one, however, was no longer behind her. Only now turned her head to make sure she was alone. "It is impossible that he was here, not ..." she thought.
Fell asleep. The messenger had to deliver it to you when you fall asleep. You had to receive this letter in a dream. I also fell asleep, just so I can contact you. You'll never see me really, only in a dream as it is now. Yes, this figure standing behind you, it was me. You gaze was not mistaken. I know that I left abruptly. I'm coming back to you every night, every dream. I am always with you. Once you're awake, this letter will remain in your possession. My messenger will sometimes bring you the list for me. However, you will not learn how.
I still have a lot to do. That I have so restless kitchens direct dreams. But this is only for a time. As long as I will again appear in them. Then stop visiting your dream. I sometimes frequented awake. But you will not see me anymore. I have no such power, you could see me in fact. Just a dream makes it possible.
My car is gone somewhere. I can not find it. Perhaps I parked it somewhere and can not remember where. I am writing to you because you lost friend. Do not know
The storm broke out in the middle of the night, until the morning sky calmed down. She could not sleep, the weather did not allow her to rest. Once asleep, began to harass her dreams. Woke her in the morning. She could not sleep. She began to meditate. The past does not let us forget it. Still harassed her every day, any time. Good memory was her curse. kitchens direct She remembered everything kitchens direct that has happened 10 years ago, which dreamed up the night before, who had hurt her. She could write a book. People blessed with such an amazing memory turn out to be excellent kitchens direct writers.
Stopped fighting and no longer tried to sleep once again. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was five thirty. She threw the blanket aside and stood up. She felt tired. How long will fight with nightmares? How long will visit her in a dream ...?
Stretched. She looked around the room. On the desk lay her job. She had to write a report for today. But yesterday she was so tired that she had left work, no longer even thinking about that today should give it back. She looked away from that place and went to the window, to even forget about unwanted obligation. Slowly it got is light. kitchens direct The sun was rising as if lazily. The streets did not see a living soul. All the inhabitants of the town were still asleep. Only her dream did not provide relief, only anguish. Around was deathly kitchens direct silence. The city was asleep.
The silence was interrupted kitchens direct by a sudden impact to the door. Startled, frightened. In a moment she turned toward the door and froze. For a moment as she stared at the closed door. Again she heard a loud knock. Timidly approached the closed door of his room, then opened it. Again she heard pounding on the front door. She came closer. She lifted her hands and let them drop to the wood. His hands rested on the door.
A moment she stood. No one was knocking. Who could so early to knock on her apartment? She looked through the peephole. She saw that someone was standing behind the door as if he knew he was going to be opened. For a moment she hesitated, but decided to open a newcomer.
The subject was still waiting. She turned the key in the lock and opened kitchens direct the door. He stood in front of her middle-aged man. He was dressed in a suit, neatly combed, quite elegant. In his hand he held a small envelope. The girl looked at him from head to toe. In the end, her eyes fell on his face. The man did not even smile, his face remained grim. - What? What brings you to me so early? Who are you? - She asked. The man did not answer, just handed her an envelope. - From whom? - Read - finally replied the stranger. His voice was so low that it seemed inhuman. - Who are you? - She asked uncertainly. - Nobody important. I just had to deliver this letter at five thirty-five. That's all. - Who is the sender? - Inquired. But the man only bowed and walked away without a word of explanation. The girl stood there for a moment watching the stranger leaves. She did not know until the end of what had just happened. I do not understand.
She returned to the interior with a letter in his hand, closing the door behind him. The whole time staring at the envelope. Its not saved. In the hallway kitchens direct was a large mirror. She stood before him with a letter kitchens direct in his hand, not taking his eyes from the consignment. She looked frowning and trying to sort things kitchens direct out, but did not see any sense in this. Finally, she looked kitchens direct ahead, just in the mirror. Behind her, someone has. At first I thought it was an hallucination. But there really was somebody. That's it. The same man from sleep. The same ...
She was afraid to see for yourself. Again she looked at the letter. She turned and began to open it. She hesitated. Again directed his gaze toward the mirror. No one, however, was no longer behind her. Only now turned her head to make sure she was alone. "It is impossible that he was here, not ..." she thought.
Fell asleep. The messenger had to deliver it to you when you fall asleep. You had to receive this letter in a dream. I also fell asleep, just so I can contact you. You'll never see me really, only in a dream as it is now. Yes, this figure standing behind you, it was me. You gaze was not mistaken. I know that I left abruptly. I'm coming back to you every night, every dream. I am always with you. Once you're awake, this letter will remain in your possession. My messenger will sometimes bring you the list for me. However, you will not learn how.
I still have a lot to do. That I have so restless kitchens direct dreams. But this is only for a time. As long as I will again appear in them. Then stop visiting your dream. I sometimes frequented awake. But you will not see me anymore. I have no such power, you could see me in fact. Just a dream makes it possible.
My car is gone somewhere. I can not find it. Perhaps I parked it somewhere and can not remember where. I am writing to you because you lost friend. Do not know
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