Above the Weather
by Sparks In Shadow
A creamy corner of living room wall reflected sharp sun into her eyes. If it hadn’t stung she might’ve marveled at the morning’s clean break to her gray week.
She moved into mellower light, soaking in what she needed despite armies of motes wrestling through sunbeams, and the collection of cat hair now illuminated on her floor. No wonder she’d slipped and nearly fallen the night before. In dim light, she hadn’t seen how thick the hair was.
She reached for a broom, sending more armies into the fray, aggravated but glad to have awakened feeling whole, able and ready.