Night rider

Just Lilith

I opened the squeaky door of my small house tucked away in the dark and mysterious forest. The quietness in the air gave me a little scared as if the trees were whispering secrets. But even though it felt spooky at first, this place was like my haven, a peaceful escape from the noisy world outside.

At the age of twenty-one, I was a university student, studying English literature. I loved books and the stories they held. They took me to different worlds and made me feel things I longed for in my own life. My house was in the middle of a dark and mysterious forest, where I found peace and comfort away from the busy outside world.

In my small home, I surrounded myself with books. The smell of old pages and ink mixed with the earthy scent of the forest created a cozy atmosphere. I felt a deep connection to nature as if the trees themselves whispered secrets to me.

Studying English literature taught me about life and love. The characters in the books became my friends, and their journeys reflected my own. Their stories helped me understand the complexities of human emotions and the search for truth.

At night, I would find solace in my book reading,
with the soft glow of candlelight. The words on the pages transported me to different places and allowed me to explore the depths of the human spirit.
Beyond my academic pursuits, literature influenced how I saw the world. It shaped my conversations and broadened my perspectives.

Whether I was on campus or walking through the forest, the books I cherished were always with me, guiding me through life's experiences.

As time passed, my love for literature grew stronger. It became a part of who I was, shaping my thoughts and enriching my life. In the quiet embrace of the forest, I discovered the true power of words and the immense beauty they held.

And so, with each page, I turned and each story I embraced, I continued on my journey, forever grateful for the solace and inspiration that literature provided in my small house, nestled within the enchanting depths of the forest.

Each morning, I stepped into the serene solitude of my small bathroom, turning on the shower to awaken my senses. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of sleep and invigorating my mind for the day ahead.

The steam filled the air, creating a cozy sanctuary where I could gather my thoughts and prepare for the world being
nd.

When I woke up, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and headed to the kitchen where the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me.

The inviting aroma filled the air, waking up my senses and making me feel more alert. I took small sips of the warm coffee, enjoying its comforting taste and the way it helped me feel ready for the day.

For breakfast, I had simple but satisfying food. I toasted some bread until it became crispy, and then spread creamy butter on top. It was a delicious combination of crunchiness and smoothness.

Alongside the toast, I had a colorful mix of fruits that were in season. The juicy sweetness of the fruits and the buttery toast made a perfect harmony in my mouth. It was a moment of pleasure and nourishment that gave me energy for the day ahead. I took my time to appreciate the little joys that accompanied my morning routine.

Feeling satisfied and curious about what the day would bring, I gathered all the things I needed for my studies—books, notebooks, and pens. I made sure not to forget anything important and had a rather uneventful day today. It was typical of my daily routine -- wake up, have breakfast, get dressed, and go to college.

It felt like a regular day where nothing special happened. The same old daily grind. The atmosphere at college was fairly typical as well, with students striving to get good grades to become successful in life. I spent most of my day studying English literature and taking classes, which were interesting and thought-provoking. During breaks, I would take walks around the campus and occasionally make small talk with a few friends, nothing worth telling.

I visited the library on campus several times throughout the day, which is one of my favorite places to escape to. It's a peaceful and quiet place where I can concentrate and read undisturbed. I did, however, find myself slightly relieved when the alarm went off indicating the end of study time.

After a long day at college, I walked back home and spent a few hours relaxing by a window and watching the clouds move. I then decided to light some candles and read some books that I'd been struggling through. I made very much slow progress, but they were relatively interesting to keep me engaged. After a while, I met Ava with whom I shared my disappointment as the books we read lately had been rather dull and lackluster. It was good to have her as my friend as we were able to talk about books over some coffee.

When nightfall came, I went to bed and dozed off within minutes. I didn't recall having any particular or unique dreams as I was too exhausted to bother remembering them. Needless to say, it was a long and unremarkable day.