“empty, so you say.
Like a box on Christmas that
your parents decided to use as a prank.”
I’m curious about this scene. Can you take me back to this day. The smell of it. Decorate the walls of this room for me, what were you feeling? Are there colors from that day you remember? Are there parallels to this feeling in your adult life? Can you name them, map them? Make the roadmap flourish with specific detail using the senses?
I think the heart of this piece is in witnessing the girl in this scene.
Glad you’re feeling better.