The ringing of the phone filled the room echoing in her ears.
Linda stretched her hand to the bedside for the alarm. Thoughts spurred in her mind.
She was lost in her own thoughts with her head buried between the soft pillows of purple shades that added to the glossy look even in the moon-lit night across the bedroom window.
A pale brown two-story building with three giant rooms, grey roofs wearing off and steeply slope right ahead amidst the center of the house was all Linda’s home.
Home filled with memories of laughter and merriness.
The rose bushes pink in color still stood around the door in a random way. The white windows seemed immaculate.
Linda enjoyed the fresh blossoms and scent of the flowers. She had a garden in the backyard full of roses and tulips.
She heard the sound of breaking glass.
She quickly wrapped some decent clothes around her, the satin inner piece was doing no good after all, but something to spare her pride wouldn’t hurt.
The Soft Pillow 