The African trinkets

Can't speak to you

*A picture of Wanda played by Nairoby Matos*

Sleep by Azure Ray

Fill these spaces up with days

in my room you can go you can stay

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

Now these years locked on my drawer

I'll open to see just to be sure

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

And so i'm reaching out for the one

And so i've learned the meaning of the sun

And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view

And watching through my own light

As it tints the shade of you

Hold my wine hold it in

Nobody's lost but nobody wins

And I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

And so i'm reaching out for the one

And so i've learned the meaning of the sun

And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view

And watching through my own light

As it tints the shade of you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you

Time had meandered along and in the capacity of a week the atmosphere of the Tate estate had changed quite a bit, or at least Wanda liked to think it did. She had been very deliberate for the duration of the week in all her relations. Wanda knew what she had done on that regretful morning and she prayed about it, asking for forgiveness and guidance, and she thought on the matter for hours on end.

Wanda woke up along with Nolia, who galloped about because of her sleep walking, at the crack of dawn to take some time to think about what she thought she was doing with her life. She quietly padded out of the cabin and hugged herself, partly to protect herself from the cold and partly to soothe herself, as she wandered away from the cabin aimlessly. Wanda had to comb through her reasoning, actions and reactions that affected not only her but two other people:

Why am I so physically attracted to a woman, my mistress no less?

After a very long moment and vigorous face palming, did Wanda allow herself to admit that she fancied Victoria in a way that would have her shunned by people from all walks of life; regardless of race, class and gender. She was a demon from the depth of hell for feeling the way she did; for wanting Victoria the way she did. No matter how hard she tried, Wanda could still remember that day and worse yet how she yearned for an encounter of the same nature. To defend herself from her harsh judgment she thought, “Why wouldn’t I be attracted to a woman like Victoria?” Ignoring the obvious, Victoria’s race and rank in society, Wanda couldn’t find many. Granted Victoria had her prejudice bouts like insisting that Wanda wear gloves when attending to her but other than that she was bearable and beautiful. . .