last night it was softly raining during the summer solstice, creating a strange heavy atmosphere.
i took a shower, looking trough the small bathroom window- watching the mountain, the fog in the high trees, it looked like the forest was breathing. the birds were all hurried up to get to their nests, their refuge from the night.
i went to bed early, closed the curtains and watched the evading light on the celling, and on the floor.
i waited, watched the light slowly ceasing to pitch-black. i imagined that outside was a danger zone, was the realm of the monsters, and all the creatures of the night.
my bedroom was my safe zone, hidden under the soft blankets, like the birds in their nest.