Just another smudge added to the canvas of my ‘one day’ novel.
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They arrived. Filled the house with chatter. There were showers being taken, meals getting prepared, a dinner table surrounded by chairs..and people! Then, they left.
The house is suddenly so quiet, again! And her heart wants to shatter into milion little pieces… but she’s trying hard to fight the feeling of emptiness beginning to settle in!
‘I’d love to be completely alone for at least 3 days.’ She thought to herself! Clutching her wine glass.
At 5pm every single day, Cinderella turns into a ‘happy’ pumpkin. She has no other choice….When she’d rather, just be truthful to her feelings of ‘all the missing’, and all that ruthless, inescapable and very poignant sense of…void.
She does not need to shed sticky tears… She just needs space to adjust back into her very quiet life. Any human, will unfortunately disturb her fragile walls of ‘I’m ok’ right now. No matter who they are. But her daily companion, will be coming home soon, demanding attention. Something, she’d rather give to…an imaginary faraway lover, instead.
She usually keeps her kitchen very tidy. Nothing is out of place. But on a day like today, leaving it in disarray until the hostage taking hour arrives, means, a carte blanche to an hour of temporary freedom!
She would rather be cleaning her kitchen alone, than performing her ‘happy’ dance like a well trained jovial circus elephant!