This is a little piece I wrote in English class. I've been working on my writing for the HSC so if anyone reads it enjoy.
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It was midday when the sun crept past the window, setting the room alight with a soft minty glow. My eyes drew past the low ceiling. Like flowers hanging over my head, a painting of perfection, my mother. For a moment, I let her scent fill my body as I remembered her. The woman I had let myself become
A chill down my spine
It was her room, my mother's. She loved it here. Tattered books collect dust, sitting untouched amongst the crisper, fresher additions. A wiki ting spring of lavender in a small glass vase. Pictures on the wall painted memories like clouds, gentle and serene.
A wistful yearning for childhood once again overtook me.
Like mother, like daughter.
I drew the dusty lace curtains back and opened the window to the world outside our own. Distant. A gush of fresh air dragged my hair through my face. Like a statue, unmoved, I stood by the window, just taking it in.
Before long though, I was reeled back to reality. Tentatively I moved toward my mother's bed, sitting carefully, as not to disturb her from her peaceful slumber.
Lavender on the pillow. A beautiful flower freshly planted in the remains of my mother. Ashes. Set on display.
To see, to smell, to touch. To hold so close.
Overcome by my mother, I rest my head on her comforting breast and lay there in silence.
I too, fall into myself
A fond memory of a fantasy world. One where time stopped and we could almost disappear into thin air.
Never to return.
