flight

Within the darkened bedroom, he lay there asleep. Rain fell outside the window. Rain fell inside her soul. The storm hummed loudly, pounding against the walls of her mind. The lighting stung the tangled nerves beneath her fragile skin. His breathing became heavier, his sleeping deeper.
She watched wide-eyed at the tall, grey ceiling, alone in the cold room.
Alone near his cold body.
Dampness overwhelmed the covers. She watched the storm come inside, unwelcomed. Bursting through the windows, swirling above the bed, pouring out every bit of it's sorrow, her face numbing with every accumulative drop. Still, her eyes never blinked.
And so, it wept and wept above her, screaming, pleading, wailing. His breathing became unbearably louder. The rain nearly drowning, suffocating her.
Water flowed below the bed and across the room. She stepped onto the concrete floor, her feet soaking in the chilled water. Slowly, heavily, she moved herself through the water now to her knees, and walked out of the room, into warm winds. Where the clouds began to part.
And she breathed new air.
Where are you going, he asked, hardly wakening, eyes closed. His back to her now.
To the sun, she said. And she flew away.

-inspired by a dream the week prior to leaving london, mirroring my life at that moment in time.

Picture taken in Gibraltar, UK