When phantom be touched!A sudden chilly cold dewdrop fell down her arid lips that made her body shudder softly! She opened her eyes. Asya hugged her white soft pillow looking at the swaying lissome curtains that was fondled by a cool breeze out the balcony.Her sleepy eyelid kept motionless and quiet recalling the sound of 'Dam3 el r7eel', and then she felt nothing, Nothing at all.Out, in the balcony, Asya's body trembled; she closed her eyes and drew a soft smile, as if it was a silent Good morning to….! To everything!She moved her warm hand across the fence of the balcony to feel the joy of the coldness of the dew, was spread all over the fence just like small pieces of gauzy, silver diamond. She felt the sliding of water drops going through her fingers to slump upon the slender remains of Jasmine that emits its fragrance through the lively breeze blends with the smell of autumn. It's like the smell of morning coffee, or maybe the smell of the wet old brown bast of trees, or it is neither this nor that. It's just the smell of fall.Asya tightened her overcoat strongly to her waist, trying to gather herself, lifting her tufts of her hair scattering and swaying, and the cool breeze permeates the tufts as if it was being dallied with a hand fingers; recalling the deep sound of ' dame3 el ra7eel'. After a while, a wet tuft tilted a little bit to stick to her dry lips. A glint of the white flash overspread her eyes. Now, Asya can feel the pillow a little bit colder, her wet tuft was laying upon her face, she dragged the cover more close to her neck. It is the morning!Asya woke up, the music of '3asforat al shajani', playing the tunes whiles the curtains still swaying, she extended her hand to move the curtains away. The smell of autumn spread all over her face, her closed eyes and dispersed her tufts hair.:)
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