Somewhere my love.

Some sort of darkness lay like soot over the world. Or at least the world visible through the crack between the shutters.  How had the shutters had come between her and that world? Where before there had been the anonymous cafe and an undistinguished cafe latte there was now a disordered broken bedroom blurred with cobweb and stained the colour of old cold tea.

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