She's just standing there trying every key in the door. If only she could only figure it out… It's never been a problem before.
"Ask me how my week was" she said, review of notes scribbled out on a journal page left by the phone. Beyond her reflection in the window, she gazes over the view below. The deepest depths of the ocean. The feeling in the pit of her stomach; an unsure worry like never before.
The sound of clicking knitting needles down the hallway, a ball of yarn stretched out across the floor. Every row reminders of days gone by, another week deeper into the storm.
This is where they were meant to retire, grow old, remember it all. As she stands by the window at the top of the stairs one last time.
The best view from the house; a final snapshot locked away deep inside her mind.
released September 1, 2016
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