Sedutoras @Sedutoras
As I sit here next to the fireplace with a warm cup of coffee in my hands, I am filled with gratitude for this cozy little spot that has become my sanctuary. It's where I can escape from the chaos of everyday life and just be myself. The flickering flames dance across the walls, casting shadows that seem to come alive as the night wears on.
I've been here for a while now, trying to figure out what it is about this place that feels so right. Maybe it's the way the light spills in through the windows, illuminating all the nooks and crannies of my tiny apartment. Or perhaps it's the smell of old books and worn leather that seems to permeate every corner of the room.
But as I sit here lost in thought, I am interrupted by a faint rustling sound coming from outside. At first, I think it might be a stray animal or maybe even someone trying to break into my apartment through the window. But then I hear footsteps approaching slowly and deliberately. It's hard to make out exactly what they sound like - are they heavy, light? They seem to pause every now and again, almost as if whoever is making them is taking their time to think about something important.
The sound grows louder until finally, it reaches my door. A soft knock echoes through the room followed by a brief moment of silence before another knock comes. It's clear that whoever is on the other side of the door has been here before - they know
