What a cozy spot to be in your favorite cafe! As someone who struggled with disordered eating for decades, the colour of hunger was always dark, foreboding, and yet strangely comforting in the moment. Now, the colour of hunger is light, warm, engaging. Thanks for the prompt!
The light wiggles its way into the room through the glass. She pauses. Light bounces off the page as it turns, and then balances on the edge of the paper. She reads on. The plants around her rustle in joy. They love reading, too. And they love the way the light dances on their leaves before feeding them news from the sun. The yellowing leaves outside wave goodbye to their tree mother. They'll be back in the spring.
What a cozy spot to be in your favorite cafe! As someone who struggled with disordered eating for decades, the colour of hunger was always dark, foreboding, and yet strangely comforting in the moment. Now, the colour of hunger is light, warm, engaging. Thanks for the prompt!
The light wiggles its way into the room through the glass. She pauses. Light bounces off the page as it turns, and then balances on the edge of the paper. She reads on. The plants around her rustle in joy. They love reading, too. And they love the way the light dances on their leaves before feeding them news from the sun. The yellowing leaves outside wave goodbye to their tree mother. They'll be back in the spring.