The sun shone almost too brightly today.
It leaked through the bottom of the bathroom door.
Mesmerizing,
enchanting her.
It reached her toes now,
Softly illuminating the ground she stood on.
She opened the door.
It flooded the lackluster room through the lackluster window inside the top of the lackluster tub.
A room one would think undeserving of such a gift.
It bounced off every corner and radiated through the walls.
Intruding on her soul and crowding every bone and blood vessel.
She felt undeserving of such a gift.
Again and again it returned, each morning after each night.
A tantric ritual.
Returning each day until its golden aura had convinced her of her worthiness.
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By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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That is definitely supposed to say embracing the light but I cannot change it :/ oops