later that night,
she lies in bed
ankles aching
and legs protesting
at the slightest shift
and yet, her mind is filled to the brim with blue-tinted visions
of
a
swan
clad in a fitted black fleece
and snug pants in a solid shade of noir
anything looser restricted movement
slowed the swan's flight
and the cygnet was meant to soar with agility
and
speed
as well as grace
the cantabile melody of the cello
exultant and admiring
singing its sweet praise to the bird with feather pure as untouched snow
to adeline
echoes through her mind
the vinyl spinning round and round on a turntable in her head
she flips onto her stomach
sighing contently as she buries her head in folded arms
'the swan, the swan, the swan'
she had the day off from school tomorrow
and she had practically swooned at the opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep
she flexes her feet one last time
content to float off into her own delusions
just as
shouts erupt from downstairs
as though fired from cannons
it appears her mother has found about her father's less than innocent activities
adeline groans
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
