Friday at Five
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Friday. Came home freezing, changed into something warm, made tea at five and put exactly four biscuits beside the cup. You Look So Fine on the stereo. No conversation. No Messenger. No homework until the cup was empty.
I am becoming very good at twenty-minute holidays.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.