'My Bed' by Tracey Emin
The rumpled bedding, have enveloped the
vibrational emotions for so long, naturally started to shift in a strata.
Every afternoon, when the sun reached its high point
above the near tree, the room and its belongings have been dissolving in
sunbeams.
It was no need to make a bed.
Solar flares were changing frequencies. X-class flares
have increased for the last 3 months, and had impact on emotions.
Every evening, when things returned back, she wrote
the affirmations and put them under the pillow, drank plenty of water, crawled
in the bed, and got dropped in the 5D sleep…
…She created her thoughts. Choices-rivals like kids were
playing in different rooms, showing off their toys. On the door of one
auditorium there was a warning sign: ground course… ‘May I come in?’ Nobody
responded. Invisible hand pushed her in…
…She found herself at home. Sitting at the edge of
bed, she has groped the quarter in the pocket. Slowly turned in the hand, the girl brought it up to cover the broken skin at her forehead.
Carefully pressed, squeezed lips, pronounced blunt sound ‘p’ ,(as the grandpa
would say, smiled), - she released the sting.
The sounds of
shower and rain blended in the meditative mode.Fresh addition,
the suitcase patiently waited, learning against the visible today bed.
New life beckoned from the window, accelerating every
grid of space. If we only paid attention…
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