<br/>Time Stops - Suzanne Ciani
She loves to dream....to live in the nights without worrying about the trials and tribulations of others. To see stars on her eyelids when she closes them. She wants to feel, to know that happiness she searches for. To forget the nothingness that seems to consume her waking hours. She tells no one of this sadness....
She wonders how she came to be a mere shadow of her former self. It is unclear to her how she stopped smiling....stopped being. And still....she tells no one....
She dreams of heroes and heroines....of the comfort she feels when her mind goes to unfolding romance. She dreams of basking in the glow of a warm sun....watching leaves on a fall day....flowers blooming on a summer afternoon. Falling into her dreams, she prays that as night cradles her in gentle hands it would feel her heartbeat and there would be mercy. The night seemed to breathe life into her body. She wants to tell someone....
Her dreams are of a tiny butterfly landing on her hand and she looks down....and smiles. She smiles......as she places a finger beside this miracle and feels her heart warm as it carefully seems to dance on her skin. For the first time in so very long, she sees beauty....the intricate, dazzling patterns of this creature of God. She sees him in his tiny form. Its wings remind her of the way her eyelids flutter open in the morning....and it moves over her slowly....tenderly....lovingly. She needs to tell someone....
It flies away......and as it goes, she feels something stir inside her body and drift away on a passing breeze. She laughs out loud. She is going to tell someone ......
She learns that it is the tiniest things that guides us through our rough time....and sometimes, all we need is to know that something gone is still always with you in some small way....maybe even the subtle wind created by the gentle flutter of a butterfly's wings....
And she finally told......
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