White

White was the calm, amidst the chaos. It was the bed, dusted each morning post a troubled insomniac’s slumber. It was the blank sheet of paper that drove daggers into a writer’s eyes. White was the bridal finery she had dreamt of all her life. White was the noise they fell asleep to each night.

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