She had much of her stuff together in the tiny, cozy room, gathered from all over the flat and arranged within reach – she had plans for how the rest would fit.
The advance on her inheritance had long since run out but the retirement flat that the estate owned seemed to have sold and so there might be some funds in the offing.
She had always wanted a space that she could define and arrange. it was already beginning to feel safe and organised – why did organised equate to safe for her? Perhaps because a retreat was so neccessary in the past. Maybe it helped her to think straight and found it easier to remember where things were when they all had their place.
One day it would be complete. The project was underway and the end was in sight."
(This is the first creative writing that I have attempted in many years and is cross posted from http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadesong/2366371.html?view=30390179#t30390179...)