A drabble* I wrote last week...
Darkness closes in around you, as you curl up under soft blankets and wait for sleep, for the hurt in your bosom to go away. It doesn’t, and you give up.
You stare out your window; the first rays of Dawn quietly brush away the darkness of the night. Dew lingers on wild grasses, and a soft light—half blue, half silver—chases away the ghosts trapped inside your room, inside your mind, and tries to fill a void inside you—all that he left behind.
Something like hope flickers in your eyes, and you wish Sunshine a good morning.
*A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length
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