The old self that I was, has been long left behind. The new self is layering itself with multiple shades everyday. This gift of life is unfolding only to spread sheets and sheets of new loom over me. And I, am patiently waiting. I am letting the cover reach my soul. Sniffing each fold, tickling each corner, playing with the softness, feeling it all. In a room full of light, I am figuring the brightest corner. The one in which it will be safe to hide.

When she stays up all night. Happen if she takes that next step. Which may lead her to a place. So there she lies still. Oh hang on, sleep! She has her demons to deal with.