She opened her eyes but could see nothing for the room was pitch black. It was the early hours of the morning and she could hear her husband sleeping soundly beside her. Not wanting to wake him she moved slowly and softly, untangling herself from the covers as she crept out of bed.
Her steps were timid, arms outstretched before her, feeling blindly for obstacles that might barr her way. The layout of her new home not entirely familiar yet, especially in a state of half sleep. She cursed as she tripped over a dog toy . . . left abandoned on the floor from the previous evening. Finding her way to the sofa she sunk into its cushions, feeling the coolness of the space as the 'blackness, continued to wrap itself around her.
The stillness . . . . the quietness soothed her.
Oh..this is beautiful! I can so relate to those stolen moments in the middle of the night! Gorgeous image!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marcie . . . I seem to have a lot of them.
DeleteBeautifully emotional and evocative writing - I can feel the blackness.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment, thanks Brenda.
DeleteTrue story, yes? Beautifully written.
ReplyDeletethese are secretly some of my favorite moments. i am not afraid of the dark, i find it comforting.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful image -- it makes me think of a sweet haunting, a juxtaposition.
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