this morning #1101.

this morning, while the rest of the room remained relatively dark, in the shine of the sunlight, her hair looked like something from a caravaggio painting. super specific illumination struck her at just the right angle, highlighting her violent side. in a flash, the world snapped into focus. i was absolutely certain that i was about to bear witness to a seriously sinister situation. imminent murder or some similar scenario. i couldn’t rule out the possibility of a brutal beheading & became quite afraid of whatever was to come, left the room in a hurry. left her alone in the bedroom. put some distance between us just to be safe. maybe i’m being paranoid but the eerie resemblance cannot be ignored.