Midnight Poetries

The cold breeze of December made the curtains dance gracefully. A girl was seated on her swivel chair with a cup of coffee on her left.

The window beside her was open, giving her a chance to see the starry night. It's already midnight, but she's still up. She can't sleep, which is why she decided to get up and gaze at the beautiful scenery.

She smiled when she saw the moon peeking through the clouds.

"You don't need to hide, Luna," she joked and giggled.

She then held her cup of coffee and blew out its steam. She stopped midway when she noticed a notebook with a cream-white cover beside the lampshade.

"Midnight poetries," she read the text written on its cover. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Who owns this?" she muttered and proceeded to the first page.The notebook isn't hers, and she can't understand why it's on her table.

A collection of different poems that will keep you awake at night

"Interesting," she said as she finished her coffee and glanced at the wall clock.

12:18 pm.

"I'm not yet sleepy; maybe I can read what's inside?"

She smiled and flipped to the next page.

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