‘Why have you not opened the curtains?’
Vast things, stretching from the floor to the unseen darkness of the ceiling, somewhere above us.
Because I want darkness, mother. I crave it. Don’t let the day in. Don’t let it start.
Servants shuffle under her command, moving apart the great folds of fabric. Light pierces my sanctuary of calm.
‘There, that’s better.’
Paddy Dobson
26th September 2024