A Christmas Morning

- possible chapter from an unwritten book -

Moilly holds the coffee cup firmly, almost letting the heat burn her hands. She needs something to make her feel anything else, than the feeling of sinking in the void inside herself. There is nothing there and she keeps falling, fearing that if she goes too deep, then there will be no turning back, and all senses, all feeling will be lost forever, and she will be gone, dissolved within herself.

‘Pain, pain, go away …
little Moilly wants to play!’