HOME | DD

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“… In her bedroom things were more subdued. What appeared to be family pictures dominated this room. Surrounding herself with their love and decency. I found some pictures tucked in a corner of her as a child. They made me smile. I hope she does not notice them gone too quickly. They bring me a certain measure of peace.

I spent a long time there. I lay in her bed, I could smell her scent on her pillows. I shall not describe it, but it is mine now. I made her life tangible to me. Touched her clothes, pressed them to my skin. I smelled and touched her lotions and unguents, looked in her mirrors and tried to see what she sees. I walked in slippers and tried to see how her home looked to her as she went about her life. Safe in her cocoon surrounded by friends and those she loves. I tasted the foods in her fridge and cupboards, trying as best I might to find her secrets. In retrospect I should not have spent as much time as I did there but, to be frank, I enjoyed it. I liked being there. I liked knowing how she lived. Would that I could be that proverbial fly on the wall when she came home …”

Description
“… In her bedroom things were more subdued. What appeared to be family pictures dominated this room. Surrounding herself with their love and decency. I found some pictures tucked in a corner of her as a child. They made me smile. I hope she does not notice them gone too quickly. They bring me a certain measure of peace.

I spent a long time there. I lay in her bed, I could smell her scent on her pillows. I shall not describe it, but it is mine now. I made her life tangible to me. Touched her clothes, pressed them to my skin. I smelled and touched her lotions and unguents, looked in her mirrors and tried to see what she sees. I walked in slippers and tried to see how her home looked to her as she went about her life. Safe in her cocoon surrounded by friends and those she loves. I tasted the foods in her fridge and cupboards, trying as best I might to find her secrets. In retrospect I should not have spent as much time as I did there but, to be frank, I enjoyed it. I liked being there. I liked knowing how she lived. Would that I could be that proverbial fly on the wall when she came home …”