She sat up in her white bed, in the white room, by the white window. Daylight peeked in through the white curtains and illuminated the white walls. Picking up the glass on the white side table, she took a sip. Her gown was speckled with baby blue dots, like small holes in a cloudy sky. And her lips were purple from the cold, but she couldn't move the blanket up to cover her hardened nipples. She saw beads of rain stuck to the glass window like the back of her head was stuck to the wall. Then she stared at the white wall at the end of her feet and her focus shifted constantly, casting white shadows on the wall, outlined with a blurred oily sheen. She saw the clouds that would soon lay her down to rest. They dipped and fell as soon as she had a mindful hold on their form; sinking below her to carry her up, up towards the black sky where nothing breathed. And from her absolute position amongst the stars, she would watch a world purged of white shadows and every now and again cast her own down upon the land and sea.
(photo via AnOtherMag.com)
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