Shadowlands
or what felt like it...
A misty and sleepy morning.
A tired morning.
A surreal afternoon, full of duskiness and of feverish dreams… full of spasms of pain that only dreams can cure… and a jerk of my feet that wakes me up sharply. Then the cold, intense cold and more fever – or is it still the first one? I adjust myself in the sofa, yet remain sunken.
A day goes by, two, one week, two months.
And then the fever lifts.
And then my Grandma brings me back to reality.
And I’m hungry.
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Your style of writing is so beautiful! Very poetic! I loved this!
Very engaging writing Sandra!