3.Midnight Collage Therapy.

She came gliding towards the table in her long evening gown, “Sorry I’m Late, but I shall begin” she said.

And placed herself on the seat at the dining table, searching for a piece of paper in the midst of an absolute mess.

While me and eldest were seated on the same table for two hours before her, cutting away scraps of paper signifying where our minds were silently wandering off to.

“This is quite Therapeutic” said she,

The trees swayed to the silent breeze, ruffles of tiny leaves,

The breeze scattered towards all houses, slithering through our window that displayed the Prussian Blue sky.

A bright orange light burnt vigorously shadowing the magazines we peered into, magazines filled with Gossip and so called “Catchy” taglines.

An hour later, we placed our collages in front of each other, and played a little game of interpretation of each other’s work.

Finally explaining our own interpretation of the scraps stuck on our fair white sheets.

As the Therapy de-cluttered our overburdened minds,

And at 2:30 am we fell asleep.

This was the story of our Midnight Collage Therapy.

-JalataMelon

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