Just now… it would do. Yes, it must do. It would JUST do. But „just“ is not enough, is it? And
she knew better than to rely on „just“. She knew that what she had to do, but
it would maybe be too much, now wouldn’t it? No, no, enough is never too
much. Just enough would do.
And so she picked another Othelly flower and started
whistling for herself. Another bend, another pick, another flower. All over
again. A slight grim started to form on her face while she was hopping around
in a sheer delight. Another flower. Perhaps now
it would do. ‘Would?’ What a horrid idea! Of course it wouldn’t do! Another
bend, another flower.
She looked judgementally upon the basket full of her lovely
little flowers. Now. Now it will do. Now it is just enough. She laughed a
little, her voice full of bells. Now she would finally fall asleep. So many,
oh, so many restless nights. Perhaps now she will rest for at least one night.
Just imagine it! One Whole Night!
She caressed the sweet blue petals of her new friends. So
fragile they were. Just like her. Oh, but she will have to drown them. Of
course. That was the way of things. That was the way it would be. Otherwise she
won’t sleep.
She whispered an apology, caressed them one more time and tucked
them into the jar prepared just for them. Jar half filled with water, yes, it
was the perfect place for them to be.
Then she closed it delicately, and shook. Once, twice… that
would do.
Now would it?
Oh, silly thing she was, of course not.
…three times, four times. Now. Now it was just fine.
She held her breath as she was opening the jar again. Ah,
the sweet smell of sleep. Here we go. She pushed her lips to the glass and took
a sip. Then more… and more.
Of course, it was the time. And it was the place. The best
place. Soft willow, sounds of whispering trees…
Yes, she would sleep now. Just one night, surely…
Surel…..
