“Charcoal pills” 2n de Batxillerat / Oriol Nebot i Molas LLENGUA ANGLESA_ 2N PREMI I find myself lying upside down, my legs and lower back leaning on the wall and head hanging over the edge of the bed. The shadowy bars casted by the weak light of dawn cage me as daylight peeks through the window guard. Although the glass is clean, time and fungi have tainted it with the colors of oak leaves in autumn, which give a yellowish glow to the chamber. I’ve been locked up in here since last July, because of a fight I had with Harvey. He had stolen from me, I’m sure he did. As I stand up and drag the white sheets with me towards the window, the wooden beams crack under my steps and the well-defined lines that striped the room fade, as if stretching and eventually becoming one, bringing the room to a well-nigh complete darkness. Next to the window stands a dresser, adumbrating a small portion of the wall. This contrast reassures me a new day has begun. On top of the furnishing, a neatly folded shirt lays. I use this piece of clothing to clear the night’s breath from the glass. The last bits of light pour from the cloud’s breaches down through the thick treetops of almond-brown trees, bathing the dewy grass and the star shaped leaves which carpet the groves. Altogether with the quietness of birds, the tar-black clouds end covering the sky, plunging the vine-veiled stone building and the surrounding dense woodland in darkness. Knockknock, I hear behind the door as it starts to rain. I do not turn around but I can hear the tingling of a metal tray which I assume is some doctor bringing my medication. “Good morrow Mr. McGowan”, says a feminine singsong voice to which I do not reply, for I am mesmerized by the beat of the rain against the glass. “Good morning” would have repeated the voice, but the strenuous sound of a thunder interrupted her. At this same instant, the flashing lights of the storm draw on the glass the reflection of a beautiful woman standing behind me: a nurse of molten-red hair, pouting lips, leaf-brown eyes, rather short and larger than average, but in her ordinariness she is gorgeous. “Beautiful
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