A small stream of light spills from the slit in the curtains. Her eyes fail to stay alert, flickering shut every few minutes. The heavy, crushing feeling of loneliness and exhaustion leave her breathless. She tosses and turns beneath the duvet, the thick duvet, much too warmth for this summer heat. Her naked body buried beneath the material cries to be released into the cool air, maybe to have a cold shower, with cold droplets falling down her pale skin. But she refuses. She stays in the dark, she claims to find comfort in loneliness, to overcome this exhaustion. This emotional exhaustion. Maybe it's so she doesn't have to come to terms with the soaked pillows, filled with last night tears. Maybe it's so she doesn't have to see herself, her bruised, broken skinned, self. Maybe it's because she can't bear the thought of seeing the light, in such a dark situation.
*January2017
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Stories
Historia CortaAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
