Mind games on a late night
Chapter 1My eyes were resting on the green meadows that rolled to the distance outside my window. One could swear that silvery golden sparkles were floating in the air, where the sun’s rays were hitting the bright green grass as it swayed under the clear sky. It felt peaceful, and I felt the same. After all those years...of havoc...of distress...after all those years, I started writing again. I turned my head, my stare travelled around my study room. The bookcase at the opposite wall heaving under the weight of the books that overflowed on the shelves; my modest, small white lacquer Louis XIV writing desk, present to myself on my previous successes, once bearing an old typewriter, now it was installed with the latest minimal flat screen of a computer.