the darkness at bay. she remained indoors for the day; there was just too much work to do.
however, it was as she was making her way through her building to get to her office that the sun chose to rise each day. this was her time.
it always happened at the same moment: she was walking across a glass bridge, windows on either side of her. she would stand there for a moment and look at the sun, rising on the water. pink sky in morning, a sailors warning, pink sky at night, a sailor’s delight, she would think.
at home, after work, she kept the lights off and let the shadows 