23 days to the end. The rain had been falling since morning, after grabbing some light lunch, I decided to spend some time in the attic. It used to be my favourite secret base when I was little, I had always allowed myself to plunge in the emptiness of different dimension where I found here.
There was nothing much left in the attic except for some old wooden furniture. I took a deep breath, there was a faint musty smell floating in the atmosphere. I found a place for myself to snuggle down in front of the tiny window.
Listening to the raindrops hitting against the roof above me, I glanced through my surrounding and realized everything seemed to be so outlandish to me. Had the memory furtively slipped away without me noticing it? The thought of how easily even a piece of precious memory can be washed away left me in unease.
Would I have a place in the memory even when my soul was long gone…?