Darkness ⁂ rdp

The darkness was thick and cool with a heaviness that was deeply comforting. Too often people shirked away from the night wanting only for it to be over but she relished it. It was the quiet that carried with it no demands. There was no requirement to speak to anyone, to impress anyone, to keep up the appearances. The quiet was a delight to she who had spent far too much time being everything to everyone else. The darkness was always the time when she was allowed to be nothing but herself and to answer to only her own voice and needs. Regardless of anything else, regardless of whatever the day had brought, she always looked forward to the darkness because she knew it was the time that was only for her.

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