Jan 19, 2022
the hard wood floor was pressed against her back as she lay looking up at the ceiling. her legs were draped over the couch as her eyes scanned the cracks and dust particles above her. “i suppose it’s time to take down my christmas lights,” she sighed, looking at the sparkling fairy lights that were still sadly hanging from her walls. she had intended to decorate for the holidays and make the place a little more homey, but some lights and a bit of tinsel was about as far as she had gotten. there was a dying poinsettia on her kitchen table begging to be put out of its misery. “not that they looked all that great but i still think i’ll be a bit sad taking them down, you know?” ( @clarahq )