After the ultimatum

"The Other" had just left. Leaving me laying their with nothing but a blanket and my thoughts. And my thoughts were a mess. So I did what any girl would do, I let myself cry. And as I felt the tears run down my face, my thoughts organized themselves and before long I knew the answer. The tears dried up and I slept.

It was odd how once I knew the answer I could no longer cry. It was odd how once I couldn't cry the invisible barrier that keeps me from sleep evaporated.

I know I dreamt and the dreams were all processing the information. I awoke this morning still mulling it all over in my mind. Thinking and rethinking every aspect of it. I've had a song stuck in my head all day. It's a short song from a Christians children's tape. It's about a piece of white string.