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On an exceptionally hot evening early in July, I was longing to go to the beach… Excellent. The appropriate playlist is on. Now I just need to move the air freshener closer to the fan. The only thing left to do is close my eyes…

I so enjoyed watching how the trickling down sand inexplicably turned into the thinnest of spires. They collapsed sometimes, but I always started over. But where did this dent come from? A chocolate foot with a pink heel had crushed my castle! I wanted to scream and cry from resentment. I wanted Daddy to fix it. But, no one noticed.

My heart is racing like crazy in my throat. You can choke like that! The sweet memory crushed me along with the castle. I almost became a racist!

I didn’t want to go to the sea anymore. Better to shower, but I’m too lazy. I wanted peace and tranquillity. It usually worked, but not today. I got a damn GIF of a wrecking heel! How do I stop it?! I want to tell that little girl that I feel sorry about her magic castle. It wasn’t good to step on it. Something warm and salty on my lips… tears? It’s been ages since I last cried.

Julia3, Julia, Juliaaaaaaaaa! Damn you! Uh, the morning pages? Well, I cannot write in the mornings! Yes, in the evenings either… I tried to yesterday, and it turned out like this! I don’t even want to remember it! Okay, I’ll start over again today. Oh, look! It’s already light. I don’t even remember how I fell asleep. Looks like I cried a lot yesterday; my lashes have stuck together. It’s hard to open my eyes. What a strange evening I had. I suddenly want coffee. Damn, the bag is empty! There used to be a cafe in the house opposite. Should I order some? But I don’t like their cups. I need to open the blinds and look if there is a free table on the terrace. That’s it, stop writing!

Okay, hurry before you change your mind. Mirror. Eyes: dumplings. Need sunglasses. Slippers will do. The main focus is not stopping. It’s so chilly on the stairwell. I hate the elevator. Jesus, how many steps are there!? It’s quiet outside. Too quiet. I need to cross the road and sit at that table in the shade. The sparrows are chirping so loudly here. Cappuccino, please. And something for the sparrows, or against sparrows?

Why is he looking at me like that? Did I think that or did I say it out loud? There must be some way out. Yes, a croissant is perfect. Better two; there are many of them. Two were not enough. It seems I enjoy feeding sparrows. When they eat, they are silent.

I don’t know how long I must’ve sat in the cafe, but the dreaded heat never came. I kept waiting for the sun to cast over my table and force me to leave. Instead, I suddenly had the urge to take off my sunglasses. Looks like I slept past the sun. So, I again have the evening pages… Or maybe I can still go to the beach? For real? No, must work. The idea was generally approved, but there were some nuances. Few emotions? Too dry? Alright then, I’ll show you emotions…