Her face turns toward the eggshell blue shutters, just as the cautious Westerly breeze sneaks through the gaps of the rattling window’s charm.

As her breath caresses the creased linen white pillow, just for a couple of moments she is so quiet that it is as if the world has stopped, and only she remains.

Silent, still and forever.

There is darkness in her dreams. But always colour.


Unspoken words.

Tonight is like every other!