The Female Line
The Blank Emptiness
Where she was now there was freedom and laughter, and perhaps even love. There was warmth, the touch of a man, life, children, there was happiness. Yes. That was her dream, to be happy and content with what life had previously afforded her.
She tried to open her eyes, yet they were reluctant to open, as if they had a life of their own, as if they understood she couldn’t bear to let go of that feeling, that feeling that she had everything she wished, when her eyes were closed and she was inside her own mind. It was a feeling she had felt before... But not anymore.
There was a deep thunderous knock on the old wooden door, so deep the hinges shook. Boom! Boom! Boom! She jumped up and her thin blanket slithered from her shoulders onto the icy concrete floor. Her eyes snapped open! The familiar feeling of dread washed over her. Dread greeted her with his cold wet hands, his empty smile.
She was back in the blank emptiness.
She tried to open her eyes, yet they were reluctant to open, as if they had a life of their own, as if they understood she couldn’t bear to let go of that feeling, that feeling that she had everything she wished, when her eyes were closed and she was inside her own mind. It was a feeling she had felt before... But not anymore.
There was a deep thunderous knock on the old wooden door, so deep the hinges shook. Boom! Boom! Boom! She jumped up and her thin blanket slithered from her shoulders onto the icy concrete floor. Her eyes snapped open! The familiar feeling of dread washed over her. Dread greeted her with his cold wet hands, his empty smile.
She was back in the blank emptiness.
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