Layers
Feb 8th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Her mind acts as warden, keeps her in her room most days.
She confesses to me that one week straight, she huddled in the dark base of her closet. She had built a nest within, its four tight walls comforting her like an eggshell: no demands made upon her, no chance to fail.
I ask what she will need if she comes home. She cannot answer, and so I build a table with layers of blankets both over and under it, where, like the Princess, she can feel despair creeping in even if it is the size of a pea.
From Guest Contributor Laura Lovic-Lindsay