“She was walking mad around the house. They didn’t fight, but there was a tension between them, like a strong rejecting force.
In her bad times she goes smoking and that keeps the madness down. So, after she run into the bedroom desk by mistake ( not feeling the pain), she makes big steps to the balcony to light up a cigarette, but in her way she saw her own image in the big mirror hanging on the wall. She stops! Continue reading “Smart mirror…”