How i Spend my Christmas

Do you remember my neighbour? She who spent the summer yelling at his daughter who herself spent his day on the terrace shouting below the window of my room? Even his big cat in heat has succeeded in beating of miaouuuuuu interminable, help close the eye for nearly a week ...

After three months of insomnia, it is with an indescribable happiness that I saw happen in autumn: I could finally close the window and sleep a few hours a day, at least until early plague come play ball on the wall of my room while returning from school. Then, with the cold weather, my terrace has regained its good old tranquility of yesteryear and I found my eight hours of sleep a day. It will not last, I told myself. I was right.