I walk out to the balcony in my warm and fuzzy pyajamas with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and stare at the fog gathering in the morning sky. Very few birds hurry to the comfort of their nests as I look around, trying to identify things that are covered by the mist and find a young woman on a balcony, fast asleep on a chair, with an empty purple mug on her hand tilted as if all the hot liquid had spilled out. To be sure that I am correct, I lean over the railings on my tip toes and find a dark liquid on the floor of the balcony. I turn back to the pale blue view as a cool breeze washes over me, and look at the cloudless yet freezing sky. The wailing of my cat for food made me scurry back inside.
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Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading Winter Morning. Please comment and vote and please let me know if you find any grammatical error or have some advice to help me get better at writing.