The summer night was unusually quiet, and the air felt powerful with an eerie calm. The porch light suddenly went out, swallowing the yard in thick shadow. The power flickered again, casting trembling shapes on the trees. A whispering breeze sounded like a cut across the air, something sharp and real. I stood still, confused, not sure if my mind was playing tricks or if the woods were alive. Then a fast sleep washed over me, and the room dimmed into shadow as the house breathed softly. The velvet darkness pressed in from the windows, wrapping the corners in a heavy, unknown comfort. I rubbed my eyes, rubbing away the last traces of sleep, trying to convince myself it was nothing. A distant snooze drifted from the hallway, as if the night itself had decided to nap for a moment. I relived the morning as dawn colored the sky, realizing the summer would keep its secrets.
Английский язык · 7 класс Задача №3464939
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