"That strange night"

Wake up. On an early Sunday morning, Martina could not make herself open her eyes when the alarm clock struck 7 am and made a buzzing sound, which was unbearable for her ears. The rays of strong light would strike straight into her eyes when she opened them to turn the alarm clock off. The silence followed then. The rays were warm on her face and she really did not feel like getting out of her bed on a cold morning like this.
It smelt of burnt candles and sweetness of lavender oil, she could also taste a bitterness of red wine from last night. Drawings and specific photographs of interesting features such as surreal and abstract mixtures surrounded her room. She coul...