Day Forty-Two

Its beautiful here, cold and crisp, shades of deep greens and browns laying on a soft bed of white. She hurts me often and wether its from me being overly sensitive, or her being overly insensitive, it doesn't matter. I'm not sure what its like outside. The curtains are drawn, the chill only in this room.

"Have you seen my scarf Bear?"

"Yes sweetheart"

I hand her the dark green wrap--a print of Ganesh to guard her neck. It's goes beautifully with the deep browns of her eyes.

"Come back to bed Bear. Why are you up?"

I'm not sure if I can answer her, but beds seem cleaner when they're a stark white.