Dawn

As she held her gaze steady looking right through the fog. She knew then, she knew. It will not be too long anymore. Soon the sun will rise and her waiting will be over.

She wraps her hands around her chest, fighting away the chill pre dawn air. Her mind wanders like it always do. Her breathing quiet and regulated. Her busom going up and down. And her minds wanders even more.

Outside the sky is dark. Below on the street the milk cart rattled delivering white bottles of cow's goodness. Murky oil lamps shimmers among the fog. Policeman doing his rounds and fighting of cold with a flask of cognac.

She turns her head from the window. Her bed neat and untouched. Starched sheets and quilted patchwork free of wrinkles. Withering roses of yesterday yellowing in painted white vase. She summon her mind back from wandering. Always the wanderer her mind is.

Golden rays starts to shine out far away in the east. Lights begin to shine out from windows across the street. Crystal morning dew necklace forming on the spider web just below the railing. Oh so pretty she thoughts.

Another night. Another dawn. Another day. A sleepless night has passed. A sleepless night without her beloved.