He sat cross-legged on his favourite chair which had cushions lined at every possible angle reflecting the luxury he lived in. A white shirt slung across his torso with effortless elegance. He enjoyed the slight breeze that felt cooler than it really was, as it cajoled and relaxed his otherwise slightly damp, clenched self . Hunger jolted him out of his reverie, he stretched to the coffee table in front for the biscuits made of honey and golden warmth that melted and dripped all over his shirt in a single bite.He didn't care , for it might attract the flies who would give some company to him in this lonely, empty corner of the world that was called his Mind.
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