Sparkle

She loved that on more than one occasion she'd roll over and find a well worn book to be her bed fellow. It truly made her happy to feel the raised markings on a notebook full of her own handwriting. She found it endearing that she often discovered pens in curious places around her room, in tissue boxes for instance. Think of that, to find yourself endearing! The truth is that she loved her identity her books and her writing. She loved what her spirit was growing into those days, something feathery that shone when the sun hit it just right. Despite the frozen ground beneath her feet and the ever persistent grey sky above her, she couldn't help but feel as if rays of light might burst through her at any moment. She held on to those warm feeling as close as she could because she knew they never lasted long.