This is the first time I've attempted to write something like this that wasn't an assignment in school.... And its the first time I've shared what I've written with anyone else.... But, the words seemed to come, so here it is....
Please, be gentle. *grins*
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<b>Tomorrow</b>
The cold, wan, gray light of another winter morning filtered weakly through the gauze curtains hanging limply across the bedroom window. The mound of covers piled haphazardly on the bed stirred slightly, then heaved mightily to reveal the bed’s occupant. A pale hand emerged from the covers to brush tousled black locks back, revealing pixie-like features and eyes the color of spring grass framed with sooty lashes still heavy with sleep. She turned her head to glance at the clock and sighed, sitting up and pushing back the covers.
She sat for a moment before she swung her legs from the bed, bare feet groping for the ratty plush slippers peeking from under the bedskirt. Slipping her feet into them, she stood, hesitating in obvious indecision before turning to step to the window. A frown creased her forehead as she lifted the gauze sheer with one slim finger, pulling it away from the frost-edged panes to reveal the icy, snowy landscape outside.
Her finger trembled as she spied the chair, still sitting in the front yard, now covered with snow and ice and she dropped the curtain and stepped back. Her trembling spread to the rest of her body and she wrapped her flannel clad arms around her body, hugging herself in silent, desperate need. Memories flooded her mind and a tear welled up in one eye and she stepped backward, stumbling a bit until the backs of her legs met the bed. Succumbing to the grief flooding over her, she retreated back into the warm depths of the bed, pulling the covers over her head. Tomorrow, she promised herself before she slipped back into oblivion. Tomorrow it would be gone. Tomorrow she could face the world without him. Tomorrow.