She shuffles her feet, head down, and walks toward the door.
Afraid to open it because of what might be on the other side, she hesitates...
Has it been too long?
Has time changed everything here?
She knows it has for her.
It's all changed.
Nothing is the same now.
Months have passed and it's been quiet.
An empty room left for cobwebs and dust.
The words haven't come because sometimes the pain is too deep to express.
But today she wonders if it's ok to speak again.
After all, healing has finally come.
Turning the knob, she slowly cracks the door and peeks in.
It's still here.
The table with the books and words and pens and dear friends.
And a single chair, empty and waiting.
Waiting for her.
She sits, picks up the pen and taking a deep breath...