[ seek ] sender reaches for receiver's hand and laces their fingers for Noah
it was november and all she could think about sometimes was home. that word felt nebulous now, like a place that never truly existed, like she'd conjured it up in a dream and whenever she'd tried to make it materialize in her mind, it disappeared in a cloud of mist. as she stared off into the distance, her breakfast forgotten, she was trying to piece together the colors in her bedroom. powder blue walls, a window facing east, her bed set against the southern wall, flowers in her windowsill planter, bulbs of daffodils and tulips for spring, carpet beige, blinds... no. curtains. she'd had curtains... the warm sensation that pulled her out of her conjuring almost made her jump, but when she turned and saw chris her body relaxed instead. " oh, hi, " she smiled, his fingers interlacing with her own soothing. grounding. " good morning, "