The candle would not burn evenly. The wick flared nervously for several minutes which provoked the picture on the wall into a non-stop dancing. I could not see anything else there but the owl’s face, looking condemning around the room.. and watching me perplexed tugging on my white shirt..

The judging owl couldn’t understand why I don’t want to wait, why it’s always not enough, why download at 98% annoys, why one needs to clean out the apartment throwing everything out.

The judging owl wasn’t approving my cold hands pressing on the ears, crashing the head between them.

With its cold north eyes it was piercing my soul.. I was looking at it as into the mirror. The owl stared back. The owl was tired. Night was demanding its part and even disapproval needed to sleep some time.

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