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A process of remembering...

1. Dawning

The sun is out, but a cool breeze flows through the open window of my empty, darkened room. Although this room has been here forever, I had forgotten about it...and stumbled upon it again unexpectedly. Pictures of me from younger days, and times before which I can't remember are on the walls. I partially brush a few dustwebs with my bare hands as some cling to the light fabric of my white dress. I take a seat on the floor in the corner, alone...slightly back from the window lest anyone happen by and see me here. I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them. My hair is partially up, and I feel the breeze from the window tousling the free strands. I watch through the opening the events of my life. No one can touch me here. There is no door. I sit almost meditatively, the universe shines in my eyes...but no one can see it. For hours, or days, or maybe years I sit...I can not calculate the fragments of time. I hear a sound. I watch more intently out the window but see nothing. I inhale deeply. Again, the sound. I turn my head from the window to look at the rest of the room. Slowly, you step from the shadow of the furthest corner and approach me...eyes on mine...we speak without words. I ask, "How did you get in?" You say, "I've been here all along."

2. Inseparable

I hear my own voice calling me. Unsteady steps move me forward as my tentative hands feel through the chilled darkness. I know not where I am going - nor where I have been. I continue to follow the voice. As it grows louder, the chill and darkness abates. My steps become surer as my memory returns. The void dissolves around me to reveal a room with no door. The open window on one side brings in the air and light of life from outside. Pictures on the wall represent other times I visited here, some which I begin to remember immediately - others I do not recognize. I glimpse my reflection in the glass and the blue/purple amulet that rests against my chest on a sturdy cord. I wipe dust from the frames with my hands and bits of it cling slightly to the light flowing fabric of my white cotton dress. I sit in a corner by the window, just beyond where the brightest light falls short, so as not to be immediately seen if someone happens by. Pulling my bare feet up towards me, I wrap my arms around my knees. I feel the breeze through the opening and how it moves tousled strands of my long hair. I watch through the window...observing the events of my life. My memories continue to come back to me as I realize that I have observed through this window all my life from back slightly in the shadow...sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, mostly just watching. Sometimes in a downpour I would close the window slightly, sometimes pace, though usually I would leave it open and feel the cold rain against my face. I knew the sun would be out some time, and I would feel it warm against my skin. There were a few people who paused by the open window, seeing me there, and we enjoyed conversation. One time someone walked directly up to the window and smiled. I reached my hand out toward him slowly, but before we touched he was gone. Since, I have been resigned to this position...watching and waiting. I know one day this room will, too, dissolve around me...and that another day I will be sent to a new room. The longer I sit in acceptance and awareness the more I know.

I hear a soft sound and lean slightly forward toward the window, but see nothing. Again, the sound... I turn to view the darkened room behind me as the back wall fades out and the room expands to twice the size. On the furthest wall is another open window. As the room begins to flood with light, I see you step forward. Without words, your hands extend toward me and I rise to meet you. In the moments before remembering, I wonder how you got in and you assure me "I have been here all along...I will always be with you."

image made by Kaya

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my prose inspired response prose by The Cowboy ~ 2006
#1398865 by destinydances

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