Blank.
My bedroom feels blank, and not just because the greige walls are empty. The clutter in the corner where my husband keeps his electronics, the pictures piled waiting to go on the walls, the stack of books on my nightstand, none of these make this room feel anything but bare. This is not the room where I nursed my babies; not the room where I brought my twins home from the hospital; not the room where my children slept in my bed. It's not the room where I've cried and prayed and begged for forgiveness. It's not the room where I've laughed and read and snuggled with my husband. The familiar patchwork quilt on the bed and the display of my favorite books on the dresser and the sunlight flowing through the beautiful windows are all that connects this room to that past room. When I hang the pictures, perhaps it will feel less blank, but I think only new memories will make it feel like home.
This was so cool! It made me remember my bedroom when we had just moved. Its awesome that you were able to put feeling into the writing so I could feel it with you! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI love the opening in this one. It really gets your attention!
ReplyDeleteThat was really really good!!!!!! I could picture the room, but I could also feel the emptiness and your feelings by the way that you write. That's always a good thing! ;)
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