Their homeChapter III

Without her.

Earthen walls, roots and moss, round windows, knitted everything. And one question Pecan once asked himself.

Rain on the round window
Rain on the round window
The first snow
The first snow
Supper by the lamp
Supper by the lamp
A lamp that’s never switched off
A lamp that’s never switched off

Drag the line

One evening Pecan imagined the house without her.

Without her: the living room by the fireplace With her: the living room by the fireplace
Without herWith her

A chair. A clock. Silence.

Lights, pillows, fire. Her.

Without her: the bed With her: the bed
Without herWith her

A perfectly made bed.

A bed nobody will make again.

Without her: the shore With her: the shore
Without herWith her

A grey shore.

A sunset picnic.

Without her it’s a burrow. With her, it’s home.

Every night ends the same way.