There was no pain—only peace. No violence, no intrusion to wake me from sleep. I slept protected, a little girl covered in the comfort of her blanket, dreaming of the misty sky and sweet raindrops against the windowpane. No harsh sounds except for the mysteries of the night.
How could I not forgive the world when I lingered in serenity? Its rain-soaked trees, milky marshes, light brushstrokes of promise and hope.
And if I don’t wake, I want this painting as my lasting memory—a gentle passing through life. Love secrets engraved in a smoky warmth—unfinished.