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  As the day dawned, her eyes slowly opened to a blurry white-satin curtain to the left side of her bed. She furrowed her eyebrows while trying to register the view in front of her, lustrous, well-kept and exceptionally tidied, which reflected up to a certain extent a part of her inner self. The books and many other items were not misplaced, they were in fact, in the right place, arranged according to size or color. Nothing was left unattended or casually left around.  Sighing in dissatisfaction, she got up and put her slippers on, while tying her brightly-clean brown hair in a ponytail, She looked herself in the mirror twitching the corner of her mouth to the right while raising her brows. Her husband, still sleeping, turned slightly in the large bed. She looked at him, and resumed to her cares, not giving much of an importance to him.  Was her life completed in the sense of having a good marriage and a husband who loves her deeply? Is her own happiness dependant on bein...

  CONVERSING And the room was dimmed by the pale light of a candle which cast his curved shadow against the wall. Even his shadow seemed more alive than he ever had been. "Pale Tortured Blue" being played, And it crushed him, And he knew it, And it tortured him, And he knew it, It was painful, And he knew it. "Your soul seems to want to leave the cage of your body, my dear." "I see you're back after such a long time." "And I see you have missed me dearly." The bottle of darkened red wine standing right in front of him as he took it and gently poured some of its content in a glass. He then poured some more in another glass as he lit up a thin menthol cigarette. Oh, and the melody of the song playing sadness and sorrow, a festival of tears and pain engulfing his being, tightening around his already shattered heart, And it crushed him, And his soul crying for mercy, And the prison of his body keeping it locked, And he knew it.   "I have per...