‘Talk to me I’m here to listen’ said the mind but the heart had decided.
Razor in hand she saw a little girl running around talking to the trees.
Thud! a gust of wind shut the window; the girl had vanished.
Looking around the house what a vision it was, not a thing out of place fancy drapes, matching silverware, candlesticks above the fireplace.
Resting on the rocking chair she placed the razor gently on the table made herself a fresh pot of tea snuggled in her favourite quilt and dozed off to sleep.
Another Day perhaps, Another Lifetime!