Wordle #214 – Sunflowers

She stared at her wrists

Impassioned with her decision

It was a conscious choice

One she salivated over for weeks, months, years

Accepting the fact she would never be a sortable sort

She just wanted to sleep

Forget

Everything

It was a charming concept

A flutter of thought that refused to go away

There, she sat

In the hotel

Wishing she was somewhere else

Venus, maybe

The moon, mars, even the sun

Then, she looked to the windowsill

The view was dark

It was night, afterall

She noticed the sunflowers

Suddenly, a glimpse of promise

A glimmer of hope

What a terrible thing

For those exquisite sunflowers to witness such a senseless tragedy

Inspired by the word prompts offered by, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/wordle-214-2/

Sortable- someone you can take anywhere without being embarrassed
Sunflowers
Windowsill
Charming
Impassioned
Conscious
Wrists
Salivate
Venus
Sleep
Hotel
Flutter