Princess

I enter my room, see the mosquito net hanging over my bed and my heart skips a beat. I have been enamored with this type of netting since I was a child. For some inexplicable reason, I associate the draping that I see in front of me with royalty, princesses who want for nothing, romantic liaisons behind a diaphanous curtain. For a moment, the average lodge transforms into the exotic.

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