Sunlight dances through the spaces in the shades of my window
and come cascading down on my back and on to the floor underneath my cold feet
The light golden color decorates the chestnut brown wooden floor
and paints it with hues of the sun
The only noises are of the occasional car driving down my desolate road
and the creaking of the floor when I shift my weight
I can feel my heartbeat
It is as steady and firm as the rhythmic tapping of twigs on glass
Today I do not feel empty
-n.c
