The Ritual

Inktober 2016 Day, The Eighteenth: For all her exhaustion, nothing replenished Gillian quite like her 'nightly sip of serenity'. Yea, she always had a moment for that most sacred of her evening rituals: just before falling asleep, she'd stare into Jacob's old lamp, feeling the light fall upon her like a kiss. All those little important things blurred together and vanished; All the noise slowed and dimmed until there was only one thing to hear in the darkness- her own voice saying, "This, my Life- O, the Humbling Wonder!". And the darkness that followed became warm and magnanimous.