She let it happen without any particular plan.
The weather outside was uninviting.
Two pillows against the bedstead
a hot water bottle
a book
a mug of something hot.
She loved the soft colours on the patchwork quilt
it felt so snug
It reminded her of when she was little
and had one of her bad earaches
She had felt less abandoned when she was ill
Somebody noticed.
She put her book down and leant back
Remembering.
Why now?
Why ask questions she said to herself
Let things be
Let them happen as they will
No one is here to judge me
No one
Through the open window
a ray of sunshine came in and created dancing patterns on her desk.
She drank in the beauty of the instant
and that single moment was all that mattered.
The sunshine beckoned and said:
"Come outside!"
And she did.
She met a beautiful tree
and a shadow
"Who are you?" she said
but the shadow stared back and remained silent
Some days she was a complete mystery to herself...
