Singing in Whispers

Nico wakes up every day with the weight of her conscience twisting her insides.

While the vestiges of her dreams fading away, she asks herself: “How much could I go on?”, as she stares the chaotic scenary of her bedroom.

            She walks to the window tilting her head with her eyes half closed, waiting for the breeze to take away the disturbing memories from last night. The flashes used to appear with the essence remaining around.

            “Oh, it feels so good to breath the morning calm!”, Nico thinks as she closed her eyes toward the Sun. “I can actually percieve the Summer warmth”. Then she turns around heading to the bathroom.

Walking still almost sleepy her foot stumbles with something big. Upon realizing, she talks to herself: “It’s gonna be difficult this time”. And on her face, a boredom grimace turns into a smile of resignation as she enters the bathroom.

Turning on the water tap she faces her refflection singing in whispers while she thoroughly washes away the blood from her hands.

Author's note:
The original tale in spanish was posted on my first blog "Sebastian Screams". LINK:
http://demiansebastian-screams.blogspot.com/2020/11/cantando-en-susurros.html

Top image credit:"Half Awake" by Khoa Vu