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Phoenix Wright was awakened by something. He looked at the clock, 4:49. No point of going back to sleep now. He wonders what woke him and looked around until he saw the moonlight piercing through the partially closed blinds. For some reason, this reminded him of Franziska von Karma. He imagined what the moon light would look like shining on her hair.
The metallic, vibrant blue,
Like the morning due.
What in the world! Was he actually making poetries about Franziska von Karma. What a beautiful name, Franziska. And why is he suddenly wishing to hear the sound a whip cracking? No this is not happening, Phoenix should be running at the sound of the whip.
The bite of the whip
into the flesh; bringing
endless happiness
Phoenix can't stop thinking about her. He wonders what he's doing. No, stupid question, most normal people are sleeping right now. But then again, Franziska is hardly normal. He wonders what she is dreaming about. Now in the witch hour, he actually feels sorry for her. Always working, striving for the impossible perfection. If she ever finds out what I'm thinking about, I won't survive to see her reaction.I suppose that's part of her charm though. Phoenix has now gotten out of bed and is getting ready for another day at court. Maybe I should wear something else. The blue suit and red tie is getting old.
Ruffled shirt hides,
The venerability inside.
Phoenix ponders on writing all this down but decides against it. If Maya ever finds out, he'll never hear the end of it. Phoenix wonders who the prosecutor will be today for his case. He hopes it's her. Just to hear her whip crack and to see her again…
