When I was a mere lad I used to sleep in the attic. It was a proper bedroom, mind you. It was just located in the attic, that's what I mean. I remember going to sleep while the rain fell gently onto the slates of the slanted roof. It was the most soothing sound imaginable and it always made me feel very safe and comfortable. I sometimes miss that feeling, and that sensation of listening to the rain on the roof. I suppose time waits for no man..
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