Grozdan's POV
I can hear a faint dripping in the distance, like raindrops on the roof, I can smell cedar and pine trees, the faint sound of wind rattling the windows and shalom leaves, the faint sensation of a hand running through my hair, the taste of apple pies lingering on my tongue and the sound of a voice softer than cotton caressing my ears.
The light filters away the darkness, I open my eyes to find me in a familiar cottage, the window damp from the rain, too foggy to see the trees blowing in the breeze, the fireplace crackling next to me, I laid on the ground with my head resting on a woman's thigh, I look up to see blonde hair like mine, cascading down like a waterfall as she bent forward to give me a smile so warm it made me forget all my troubles, all my woes, I wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment, on her lap, in her arms, in a little cottage away from the world, to protect this little peace I had
"Gro.."
