The FarmhouseThe bathroomHerselfMature
Late, alone
Late, alone
The bathroom
Candles, because the overhead light is honest and I wasn't up to it.
An hour in there. For the first forty minutes I thought about both of them, and for the last twenty I didn't think about either of them, and those twenty are the only rest I have had in a month.
Note for whoever I turn out to be after this: it was possible. Even in the middle of it. That's worth knowing.
— Luna
Written the same night as Still Water.