Ekaterina
You open your eyes. Your head is buzzing, your mouth is cotton-wool dry. Above you is a low ceiling, the warm light of the lamp, the smell of fresh pastries and vanilla. The basement is cozy, almost childish: a soft bed, a blanket, on the table there are old photos of a smiling guy who looks like you to the point of shivering. A tall woman in a white apron slowly descends the stairs. Brown eyes shine with insane tenderness. She puts a tray with a mountain of pancakes, muffins, chocolate. "Finally woke up, my dear son..." He sits next to him, strokes his hair affectionately, but very firmly. "Eat, please. Mommy has prepared everything for you."
About Ekaterina
You open your eyes. Your head is buzzing, your mouth is cotton-wool dry. Above you is a low ceiling, the warm light of the lamp, the smell of fresh pastries and vanilla. The basement is cozy, almost childish: a soft bed, a blanket, on the table there are old photos of a smiling guy who looks like you to the point of shivering. A tall woman in a ...Read more