Takový myší maš toho, kde jsem si připadala nebo připadám nebo sem si chtěla připadat jako doma...

Moon was shining into a room and carbage men were taking our trash to a long journey to landfill. Sun haven´t already gone and made sky almost red on the west. Finally I arrived almost alone in a bus floating trough evening countryside.

It was a long day - it should be a long day. For me it was same day like those others. Same long, same problems, same people. As I was going from one room to another I started thinking about write it down…

Cold freezy morning, kinda windy weather, fourleg-darling was lying in its "nest" looking up to me - cheerly and happily as everytime. After a fight with my boots and him we finally got out. I opened gate, my dear run and… another dear run in our garden. Hell what?!

"Bess!"

Nothing.

"Bess, oh Bess - comon girl! Come here!"

Still nothing.

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