The sun poked through the drapes of her bedroom but she refused to accept daylight, turning over and allowing the darkness of her duvet to shield her from the living.
She had started a paranormal romance the day before and her dreams were mixed with romance and family stories. It was very confusing as her life intermingled with the novel and frankly, kept her quite busy all night. The darkness is what clung to her mostly and comforted her at the same time.
Finally, she got up and fed her hungry feline friend, made a pot of coffee and sat down to finish the novel. It was a nice escape from her life and her melancholy, her soulmate for many years.
When the sun slipped below the horizon, she shivered slightly and just stared out the window… numb. The silence seemed to sooth her.
(A Troiku)
wrapped in darkness
tending to her solitude
soft grey grimness
wrapped in darkness
finally
seeing light
tending to her solitude
enveloped in safety
quietude
soft grey grimness
like a dear old friend
comforting her
(c) Tournesol ’18/09/12
Daily Moments August 12 2019 Melancholy soulmate Troibun
Tournesol dans un Jardin 