The Watchful Rose
Silence filled her ears. It was hard to imagine death, but this was close. She thought it was before dawn, before her family awoke. She fought the urge to stir and wondered whether or not she was the only one pretending to sleep. She watched the sun reach its tendril fingers over the edge of the horizon cliff and pull itself up atop the ground. The sun took a step forward and jumped into the air taking a magnificent dive over the edge of the horizon again, splashing darkness and stars over the sky. She reflected the sun’s dive as the moon rose in a similar way and dived over the horizon in a splash of purple and blue. As the sun reached out of its pool to dive again, she bent her head down and went to sleep.
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