Irina's Sunday morning ☀️🌲📝

The morning sun was yelling at her, ruthlessly and insistently, "Irina! Irina! Irina! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" As if the yelling was not enough, it decided to burn her face with its bitter, acidic touch.

Irina complied and stumbled to the kitchen. The mumbling of the bubbling coffee pot was more reassuring.

IELTS joined the cacophony of the morning concert.

Task 1 whispered ever-so tenderly, "Irina, write me first. Look - just three lines. Forest industry. You will smell the pine trees as you write, I promise."

"Irina," Task 2 roared, "Write me first," its roar reverberating and bouncing off the walls.

"No, Task 2! This is no way to lure me into writing! Tone it down!"

Irina sat down at her computer. A subtle coniferous smell emanating from the keys as she clacked away...

My imagination can run wild sometimes, especially with proper guidance. But seriously though, can you think of a better way to spend a Sunday morning than doing some writing, both creative and IELTS?