Autumn

I always know when autumn comes by the bitter-sweet smell of black grapes, hanging, full of themselves, waiting to invade a mouth eager to taste them. I always know when autumn comes by the hot splinters of cold that I feel in my fingers, and the rustle of red-green-yellow leaves. It sounds like snow and smells like cold, it sounds like plastic bags and smells like apples.

Bed Time Story

I woke up, gazed at the ceiling, just wondering weather to stay in bed a little more or not. Then I woke up. I slowly moved to the door, one feet after another. That's when I felt fingers moving along the inside of my skin. That was the first time I realized something was ... different.

It is not easy to watch the ones around you and be them every second of you life. Some would say that's like wasting your life but since my life means eternity and I also invented the ones who stand this, there is no reason to believe them.

Can you see that wardrobe in your room? I bet that you are long past monster stories...but what if I told you that I invented a monster that is hiding inside. Now you are just going to check, telling yourself I made it all up. You are opening the door, trying to act as natural as possible. Do you want to trick the monster? Such a thing is not possible. Because you are the monster now.