Summer of longing
The Muse Letter No.10
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The first few days I catch myself thinking she is still there. During the minutes of an early morning, I would feel her presence. I would pass by the empty room that used to be an opportunity to say something like: „Did you see that meme I just sent you?“ or „There was no flour in the supermarket, again!“ – The following days I start talking to my dog. A lot.
I’m still in my bubble. My body has yet not understood that I’m alone which I try to prolong as much as I can. After a week and watching several episodes of Buffy - The Vampire Slayer I sleep one night with a knife next to my bed. Because I know for a fact that my dog would be utterly useless in defending me: The burden of having a nice dog. I lock the door now during the day.