19th century Renaissance desk

Arranged in the center of my boudoir, it awaits me when I am feeling down. A natural antidote to bitterness, I write, sitting at this 19th century desk. That is when I turn around like a fury to find inspiration. I look for the vain words, all the colorful phrases, these sonorities that vibrate in my being. All these waves collide with the natural raw material, that of solid oak, so robust in the face of time. Suddenly, the ellipse of my life emerges and I enter the trance of metonymy to describe what I feel in front of this child of the country, normandy. My eye caresses its old assemblies, and I see the hand of the craftsman, shaping the tenons and mortises, the dovetails of the two deep drawers. I escape into the smell of restored wood in this ineffable perfume of falling night. My heart beats, my fingers move, I write and find harmony. The light of day wakes me up. He is no longer there. A loose sheet slides at my feet: "i have left to pursue my life elsewhere. Farewell and thank you for saving my life". Has he arrived at your place, beautiful, sympathetic soul Dimensions (cm): l150xp73xh77. Drawer l28xp56xh16.