She stumbles her way to bed with only the soft glow of her ceilings night sky to guide her. Feet numb cold, slide in the sheets and rub together for warmth.
She pulls across the vacant pillow and closing her eyes takes a breath (the way she would to smell a rose.)
Nothing.
Too long has passed and the scent she craves is no more.
Rolling over, body curled, she hugs the blankets hoping sleep comes easy tonight.
For tomorrow is one day closer.















Comments
A classic moment, and some stirred feelings there... great work.
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We Shall See
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Photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them
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