Lit Room

Everyday I dream of winter.  The warm blankets wrapped around me, while I stare out at the dark moonlit night, watching snowflakes drift past my window.  This saddening feeling, of utter loss, while the sky and ground alike form puddles.  Bending and twisting, falling and repeating, tears roll down my tired, worn out cheeks.  The door closed behind me, the window open wide.  A cold wind twists my hair about, ending in a messy curl about my neck.  Memories slowly happen again before my eyes, reliving past joys.  This old woman, with tears still in her eyes, smiles sweetly and warmly, before saying goodbye to […]