Five Minutes
Nothing…
All she could hear was nothing…
Well, muted sounds from outside, but other than that…
Nothing…
It was such a calming feeling, so good to feel at such peace, after the last few months. It had been such a hectic time.
To her it felt like she had not one moment to herself. Everyone wanted a piece of her. She was spent. Empty. Exhausted. Living for the others, not for herself.
It would be so easy, to lay like this, to slip down, to allow this peace to fully encompass her…
She lowered herself, just a little more, to see what it felt like, allowing the water from the bath tub to cover her eyes, her mouth, her nose.
After a moment, she sat bolt upright, catching her breath! What was she doing?
She tuned her ears again, she could hear the babble that was normal on the other side of the door, the children arguing, the baby crying, and her husband trying to be peacekeeper, but failing miserably.
Oh well, she guessed 5 minutes peace was more than she had had for a long time, and beggars can’t be choosers. She grabbed her towel, quickly dried herself, and wrapping her bathrobe around her, she opened the door.
A little piece of Flash Fiction inspired by Kruti’s Challenge!
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