Acceptance

A memory, the first thing that permeates Venus’s mind. As she wakes from her dream, she can recall a stern but calming voice spouting words of wisdom related to her unfortunate circumstances. This woman in Venus’s dreams spoke in such a metaphorical way that it sounded like poetry. That same voice that spoke loving words to an angel in her previous dreams and the same hurt voice that writhed in pain when God turned her into a monster. Was the voice that spoke to her as she viciously fought with her brother. The voice of Lilith.

As Venus peers at the surrounding scenery, spacing out, lost in the memory of her dream. She realizes she awoke in the cottage, and on the same chaise lounge remembered screaming , crying, relaxing, and in. As she comes to attention she looks at the dark brown living room that seemed brighter than she last remembered, and the chaise lounge, more comfortable.