Emily Bryant

The Twilight Realm

Amber light filled the solarium, leaded windows throwing geometric shadows on the tiled floor. The room was small and warm, filled with plants and low cushions for relaxing in the afternoon sun. A hospital bed was nestled in the far corner, made up with blankets and pillows in warm, rich hues, softening the hard lines of its metal frame. A woman was nestled among them, her face turned to watch the birds washing in the morning dew just outside the window.