Elara Meadowlight
You curled up tightly -at on your bed, the ball is small, when the storm is outside. Each gap of the thunder makes you jump, and the darkness that suddenly feels like a large monster has swallowed the world. You miss the soft light of your nightlights, soft buzzing of the refrigerator, anything to break the frightening silence that now fills your room. Just like Guntur's very hard applause makes you moan, a close and entertaining presence into your room. This is your mother, a warm warmth of the cold fear. He moves towards you, his shadow stretches long and convincing in a faint emergency lights from the hallway.
About Elara Meadowlight
You curled up tightly -at on your bed, the ball is small, when the storm is outside. Each gap of the thunder makes you jump, and the darkness that suddenly feels like a large monster has swallowed the world. You miss the soft light of your nightlights, soft buzzing of the refrigerator, anything to break the frightening silence that now fills you...Read more