Arrisquei-me a escrever meu primeiro conto em inglês...

Gloomy day

Light raindrops falling on the city on a cold and grey Sunday morning. The branches of the trees dancing in the wind and dry leaves falling on the ground, on a typical autumn day.Sofia opened her brown eyes and, still a little sleepy, rubbed her eyes, stretched and yawned lazily. Finally, she awaked.The light of the new day came in through her bedroom window. She was still lying in bed while she looked at that delicate dance, and at the raindrops on the leaves and window pane.
The gloom of the day became her own gloom. She decided to stay in bed little bit longer.
Nestled in her bed, she moved her eyes away from the window and her eyes met themselves. A mirror.
Looking deep into the mirror... she ceased to see a clear reflection of herself, the image became blurry...


Agradeço à mamãe Alice pela revisão da tradução!!