Holiday
Sleeping with Amsterdam
From my bed, I can see the window that takes up the entire wall. The curtains are double-layered, gray and heavy, with a firm authority to block out the sun’s rays. But now it’s nighttime, and all that’s visible are the lights of the buildings and the lights poles, and of course, the opulent city of Amsterdam, which feels as if it’s right next to the bed—or better yet, as if it’s inside the room.
By Lasha Desela9 months ago in Poets
