Transience
Therese kept the lights off in her apartment, she didn’t like to impede on the night. Instead she preferred to watch as the room blued, darkened, and its shadows yawned out. With the lights on you can’t see outside your window into the night, you only see your own room reflected back to you. That was not something Therese wanted to see. She lowered a teabag into some freshly boiled water and watched the dry and pale thing slowly darken. She savoured the subtle tug of it’s slight weight and let the string slip through her limp fingers. She didn't want to see any more of herself; she wanted to be taken in by the world, like something small under its large, dark wing. So she sat still at her window with all the lights off and began her watch.