The Attendants, in white,
come in pairs, sliding aside the door
shifting long white sleeves aside
to lift two white dishes
of pearly porcelain
filled with steaming water
They reach with white fingers
and wash my feet
from toes to heel
The water splashing silently
but echoing like voices
in a cave of shadows
A vision in my waking mind
flashes before my eyes
I am lifted to my feet and I shed
my night skin
and am folded and tucked
into layers of tasseled and gold-threaded
robes
of red, blood red, crimson
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Ambiance (Cellphone Novel)
FantasyA girl is enclosed in a temple where she is a prophetess. She only wakes to see the late afternoon sun. When she begins to dream of a second heart within, which beats to the rhythm of someone near her. My entry as part of the Team Dreams in @rskov...
