...falling in love could be achieved in a single wordโa glance.
come back, come back to me
And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.
was it possible that i was, in the modern term, in denial?
It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving, that she was needed.
At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.