A Different… I 40B

After a full day of seeing patients, it was nice to be home. Steph sat on the couch on her room and proceeded to take of her shoes as she always does. A slight feeling of something lost… ripped from her clouded her. There was no denying what it was, there was no need to think what it could be. On days like this when she had no time to work in the studio, she felt heartbroken. Missing the cold then warm feel of a fabric between her fingers, the new colors of the fabric, the way she would work on them. She longed for it. So much so that it made her sad and absolutely nothing could bring her to full joy than doing what now she wants to more than anything.