My Journey

From mind to paper and back again.

Activity 3.6 A Living Memory

on October 2, 2008

Walking through the door the room feels warm, a contrast to the stark coldness of the outdoors, the light inside brightening my heavy unsure heart and weary legs.  It’s late and I’m thirsty.  The smell of coffee wafting across the room is luring me to the coolness of the leather sofa and the warmth of the arms waiting for me.  The television’s on in the background – low.  The local news is on at the moment, the light from the screen brightening the entire wall crushed tight with DVD’s.  The coffee cups warmth trickling through my fingers and into my body, the hot liquid seeps down my throat warming me from the inside.





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