April
Morning. She opened her eyes, Glistening with the moisture. Last night. She smiled. Parted with the blanket hugging her. Slowly kept her feet. The cold concrete floor. Tip toing her way. Towards the moor. The sounds from her anklet. Following her, Shrill Shrill Shrull, Shrill Shrull… She was about to cross the door, She remembered something. One thing. She had forgotten from her morning routine, She ran back. The other end of the room, Shrill Shrill Shrill, Shrulll Shrill… And opened the windows. The sunshine came in. ...