Sunday, January 1, 2017

(50) quiet

WHOOOOOOOA WE’RE HALF WAY THEEERE,
WHOOA OH, WE’RE LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER

I swear i wrote this yesterday i just forgot to post until like 3 in the morning




It was early in the morning when she got back.

The house was silent, snow drifts piled up against the windows. The sky was growing brighter, steadily, but the early morning sun still hid behind heavy cloud cover.

She slowly took off her boots, setting them by the door. Slipped off her jacket and tossed it on a chair, only pausing long enough to make sure it didn’t fall.

After changing into sweatpants, she checked her messages absentmindedly as she brushed her teeth. Cinders glowed softly in the fireplace.

Hmm. When was the last time she went to the dentist?

Swish, spit, rinse. She just unhooked her bra and slid it out through one of the shirt’s armholes; it required too much motions to do otherwise.

Once she was safely in bed, wrapped up in a warm comforter, she used her toes to slide off her socks, and turned. Let her muscles relax, and exhaled. The world was otherwise silent; cool.

She was safe.

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