Rosie stands in her bedroom and marvels at the pinkness of it all. It’s oozing pink. The girlie-ness of it all overwhelms her. The fabric of the curtains remind her of dandelions in the wind and the golden lining sparkles in the sun.
Looking around the excitement of where to place her things is almost too much. Underfoot her carpet feels like soft sand and the warmth of the walls envelope her like a cloud. She’s where she wants to be.
Moving through her new house Rosie is transfixed by its history and the possibilities it presents. Every corner holds a chance to begin, a chance to start again and a chance to become someone new. As the sun moves with her it penetrates deeply into parts of her she didn’t know existed. The endless possible promises engulf her mind.
Out in her garden the dew in the sun makes the grass glisten and beckons her to dance on its dance floor. If she could wear a shift dress she’d feel like a nymph. She feels she could change the world and whirl within its ever changing cycle.
Going back inside the day is merging with night. The mahogany and brass furnishings around her feel like they know the time. The wood creaks ready for sleep and the ticking clock is saying goodnight.
Up the regal stairs her bedroom waits. The sun is hidden by the moon. Rosie pulls the curtains apart. She gently opens her window. A slight breeze unsettles her. She lies beneath the stars waiting for dawn.
As it arrives music fills the room. It’s a harmony of owls, larks and sparrows. As Rosie slips from her white linen sheets she feels a sense of purpose. She takes herself down to her solid kitchen and gazes at its wooden beauty. She prepares a boiled egg and the smell of toast is warm and inviting. It’s signifies her new start, her new beginning.
Letting go of herself she emerges into the day. Afresh and content the sun gently warms her shoulders. Her sandals protect her feet and she floats down the road. Around her the wind shows her where to go. She hears children singing and dogs barking but she’s lost to it all.
She’s getting closer to her destination, yet feels pulled back. Step by step she keeps going into its busyness. Overcome by what’s around her she starts to stagger so stops for a rest. There are coffee shops, books shops, record stores and a sense of urgency in the air. Rosie spots a quiet cafe and heads towards it. Inside she finds a bench at the back but she’s too self conscious to take out her book. She orders a glass of water and waits till she calms down.
Rosie tries to look inconspicuous. She longs for a cigarette but the process would be too complex. Instead she holds on to the moment to let it pass. Waiting for her water she shifts awkwardly where she sits. Her feet are trying to hold onto the floor but she feels like she might fall. Slowly her breathing settles and she takes a sip of her water. The sky outside has turned into a beautiful blue hue and she is ready to continue on her journey.
Rosie does not like pollution and avoiding this is becoming hazardous. It’s causing her to stand too straight and tense up. In order to keep going she attempts to go with the movement around her. The more she does this the harder it seems to be. She’s trying to relax. She needs to escape. Taking herself down a quiet alleyway she exhales slowly and and tries to gather her thoughts. The scent of the flowers around her and the light gravel beneath her feet are reassuring. She’s done well and slowly returns to her new home.
Taking off her shawl Rosie decides to prepare herself a special meal. She’s taken the first steps to freedom and this should be celebrated. Slowly with care, love and attention to detail Rosie carves some bread and takes her favourite cheeses from the fridge. A salad of walnuts and Italian leaves are tossed with a dressing that is both vibrant and wholesome. She then gets her oldest crockery from her cupboard and lays her table. A bottle of vintage wine is the accompaniment and she sits to savour the tastes.
Rosie feels blissfully satiated and comforted after her meal and decides to kindle a fire although it’s been a warm day. With her legs wrapped round her body, wrapped in the safety of her blanket she slowly falls into a restful sleep.
Rosie now knows that she can venture further and take bigger steps towards her goal. She has found a place to be and this will be her sanctuary ❤️
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