There's a woody house overthere.bring my steps solidly.crip crop... I'm freezing mostly.in this time of the day it's not very shocking to be cold.
The weather is snowing with a box of cheer the winter have been carrying.I move towerd the woody house.open the door.light the candles& sit on the cozy couch.breath deeply.bring my guitar& play the part you like.you turn on your recorder.happily you drink your coffee.then I read a book about great hearts.it says nothing breaks like a heart even you need someone help you sweep the pieces of your broken heart.then a sudden phone call arised.
Umm... hello? _ hi Kelsey.this is Mery. oh Mery I missed you girl.how are you? _ I'm fine.where are you now? _ I'm in the country resting in my cozy woody house._well Saturday is Mery Christmas .would you like to join us? _of course. Then....
Part of my novel that is imaginary
