Decided to share how I shall open my novel.
“My heart is in the forest. You say you can see it in my eyes. You say you know the forest is dark, you say I must be lost and alone.
My mouth opens. It is filled with birdsong and cherry blossoms. Dewdrops fall from my lashes. I move, and it is the rustle of things hiding in the shaded undergrowth.
In the circle we make as we lean close and entwine our fingers, you smile, you nod in understanding. Your mouth opens and flowers tumble to the table.
They are made from folded paper. I open one, numbers dance across it, synchronized, flowing along the outline of trees that fall and crumble into more paper. They dance in patterns that comfort me, and still I shiver.
I shiver as you whisper words of agreement and understanding, words that fall shiny from your lips, words that shatter as they tumble, crackling like thin ice, sparkling like diamond dust.
I look for the forest in your eyes. I see myself reflected there, under the shadows of your lashes, like bars of a cage. You murmur of love, of the kindness you will show as you take care of me.”
From the journal of Lillian Anderson