Post by Loie Prim on Jul 13, 2023 13:35:18 GMT -5
Loie's bones felt endlessly heavy.
Her room was so dark and cold. She hadn’t gotten out of bed in days and the idea of eating made her stomach lurch. Every little task felt insurmountable. But she had to keep going. How pathetic would it be if she just died in this bed, all because she wouldn’t drink a glass of water? Loie flipped over and grabbed her bedframe to steady herself as she stood to her feet. The wood floors felt cold as ice, but it didn’t make her walk any faster. White overtook her vision and she found herself on the floor again. Is this what growing up was? Just leaving things behind, over and over? Hours must have passed, but Loie finally dragged herself to the window and opened the curtains. Warm golden light flooded her room and painted the backs of her eyelids orange. Oh yeah… it was spring.
Difficult as it was, Loie managed to wash her hair, eat a biscuit and drink some water. Finally, she stepped outside. Somewhere in the woods behind her cottage, birds sang in the twirled branches. Loie stepped down onto the grass, away from the open door. She grazed her fingers over leaves and noticed the butterflies move together in a twinkling cloud over the field. Suddenly, her legs were heavy again and she sat down. The past few months, she was so desperate to feel hope and joy again that she forgot it was this simple. Feeling the sun on her skin, nature’s song, the breeze in her damp hair… she felt like an infant again, eyes wide open to brand new things around every corner. Just looking and listening to the world as if it were a poem.
Perhaps it was finally time to open her shop back up again. People counted on her to make the remedies and follow the recipes her family left behind. It would be horrible of her to let them down. After a few hours of cleaning up her cottage, she set off with her horse Minty. Thankfully she’d left out enough food and water before her depressive episode, and her equine friend didn’t seem upset with her. In fact there was almost a glimmer of concern in her eyes.
Loie arrived outside the family shop and stepped up to the door. Her fingers suddenly felt clamped around the key in her hand and she couldn’t take another step. There were so many memories here. Was this place ruined forever? Could she keep doing this? Loie drew in a shaky breath.
“I can… I can do it…” she whispered to herself. The key clicked in the lock, and she turned the handle. For a moment, she was a kid again. But instead of a warm fireplace and the smell of herbs and cinnamon, there was dead quiet and infinite darkness. Loie took another deep breath, blew some fire onto the fireplace, and placed the open sign back outside the shop. No matter what, she would keep on going for the ones who couldn't.
Her room was so dark and cold. She hadn’t gotten out of bed in days and the idea of eating made her stomach lurch. Every little task felt insurmountable. But she had to keep going. How pathetic would it be if she just died in this bed, all because she wouldn’t drink a glass of water? Loie flipped over and grabbed her bedframe to steady herself as she stood to her feet. The wood floors felt cold as ice, but it didn’t make her walk any faster. White overtook her vision and she found herself on the floor again. Is this what growing up was? Just leaving things behind, over and over? Hours must have passed, but Loie finally dragged herself to the window and opened the curtains. Warm golden light flooded her room and painted the backs of her eyelids orange. Oh yeah… it was spring.
Difficult as it was, Loie managed to wash her hair, eat a biscuit and drink some water. Finally, she stepped outside. Somewhere in the woods behind her cottage, birds sang in the twirled branches. Loie stepped down onto the grass, away from the open door. She grazed her fingers over leaves and noticed the butterflies move together in a twinkling cloud over the field. Suddenly, her legs were heavy again and she sat down. The past few months, she was so desperate to feel hope and joy again that she forgot it was this simple. Feeling the sun on her skin, nature’s song, the breeze in her damp hair… she felt like an infant again, eyes wide open to brand new things around every corner. Just looking and listening to the world as if it were a poem.
Perhaps it was finally time to open her shop back up again. People counted on her to make the remedies and follow the recipes her family left behind. It would be horrible of her to let them down. After a few hours of cleaning up her cottage, she set off with her horse Minty. Thankfully she’d left out enough food and water before her depressive episode, and her equine friend didn’t seem upset with her. In fact there was almost a glimmer of concern in her eyes.
Loie arrived outside the family shop and stepped up to the door. Her fingers suddenly felt clamped around the key in her hand and she couldn’t take another step. There were so many memories here. Was this place ruined forever? Could she keep doing this? Loie drew in a shaky breath.
“I can… I can do it…” she whispered to herself. The key clicked in the lock, and she turned the handle. For a moment, she was a kid again. But instead of a warm fireplace and the smell of herbs and cinnamon, there was dead quiet and infinite darkness. Loie took another deep breath, blew some fire onto the fireplace, and placed the open sign back outside the shop. No matter what, she would keep on going for the ones who couldn't.
