The Watch serie I: The Stone of Destruction
A long time ago people possessed the Watch. Wars broke out to get it, people died. The last person who had it in his power was Glorian. He wasn't attracted to the urge to get more power, because that's the...
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Especially for martejk, because we are both obsessed with this song! ***
"I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure!", I hear a voice shouting through my room. Argh. Why doesn't anyone seem to realise that I want to sleep on my Saturday morning? Sleep!
I turn around half a turn and take my pillow from under my head and put it on my head to protect my dearest ears from this horrible sound.
"And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door. Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down," I am wide awake now.
Which doesn't mean I'm going to get up. There isn't even any light shining between my eyelids, which gives me a sign: sleep! But this stitching crow, who is now singing in my room, probably didn't get that sign.
So it is not for everyone. Put an imaginary hair clip in her head.
"Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around."
How is he - by hearing the low voice and that his voice sometimes skips over too high notes, I found out it's a boy - awake and happy so early? That's not good, has he worked three cups of black coffee in yet?
And the most important question: how did he get in? I would swear on my red stone that I had locked the door.
A little bit of fear washes through me.
What if it's a serial killer who is trying to wake me up and then can make me suffer extra pain? Because he doesn't like killing someone in her sleep. And once he has killed me, he drags me out, cuts me into small pieces and then buries me in a forest.
Stop Leila! That's not going to happen! Your thoughts are going too far as usual. Breathe in...breathe out. Namaste.
I really need to do yoga.
"I'm walking on sunshine!" Okay, this is it. My limit has been exceeded.
I whisper to my soft pillow: "I would always love you, my love." Then I grab it and swing it in the direction where I think my attacker and sleep wrecker is standing.
I know my fluffy pillow has a purpose, because I hear a soft 'ow'.
"Hazel, how can you do this to your best friend," I hear someone moaning softly.
Hazel? Who is that? Not me, at least there wasn't the name Hazel the last time I checked my passport.
I think my attacker is Koekkoek. Maybe I should put him on yoga class, it relaxes him and maybe it also brings back his memory. You never know.
