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.