She held a shell to her ear. Near the ocean. A conch shell. And it was really quiet after a long time. The voices had died. Enemies: internal and external were gone. All lizards were asleep for the first time in a long time.

She was looking at herself: her beautiful body which was adored by him. The little lamp shone on her breasts, her belly, her legs, her arms, her thighs, the hair on her legs.

Why did she remain so numb. So disconnected from her own voice. Detached from her own feelings and body. A story that was never read by anyone. An unsung song. A poem. Universe of his life. She looked over her shoulder to find a reason to let go of the past, present and future. “I am still wearing the same clothes.”