Awakening Hopes.

Awoken, he had to investigate why. It, was determined as a result of a noise. Downstairs. Since his wife had passed on it had not been easy to get the restful peace as alongside her. But, lately the situation did seem to be resolving itself. After months. He was sure he would eventually cope, but, knew from sound advice, born of experience of others, what was expected. Considering the length of their relationship. And, the intensity of the coming together. To such effect. In his heart, was pain. However, he was realizing, at last, the need to move on himself. Despite everything.
He put on his dressing gown, and, rubbed his eyes, quickly. Then, it was a " shuffle around " discarded clothes on the floor, to head to the landing, and the oak stairway. This house was big. A country " manor " leaving suburbia behind. His wife and he had enjoyed renovating the classic interior. Now, it held a different meaning. It, was a constant " delving " into memory. To relive trauma. With diminishing heartbreak, with surroundings finally deciding to heal wounds. Beyond clinical assessment.
In the " heat of the night " he had suffered. Demons rearing their ugly heads to taunt him. The lessening of the hurt was beginning to restore, and reform, normal activity, and, comfort. But here, and , now, he had become detached from the worldly " settled " to explore another concern. The wandering to the access of his inquisitive nature being a relief. Thought diverted from memories, for once.
As a guiding principle, to maintain safety, he turned the lights on. Not wishing to end as a " fallen " victim, to " cliche " ! He, was not to be the disabled " wreckage " of ignorant planning, derived from blurring of senses, at film-makers want. In the move from his recline, to the kitchen area, he understood his need. For a hot drink. This, would do him the world of good. Deliberating, past horror. And, the calming of nerves, required. Through corrective self-help. As he travelled downwards, he relished the taste of " security, " recognizable as a trusted companion, on the road. The coffee doing what many psychologists could not. Reduce the burden of " the journey " !
Arriving, at the utility area, he ascertained movement of consumables. Whilst making his drink he wondered if it was the result of " supernatural " activity. In taking sustenance to his lips, his eyes were diverted to the adjoining corridor. His questions were answered. And, his hopes, realized. An image of her was there. Finally. To wonder at. To enjoy, beyond belief. His smile was " as broad as the day is long. " He made a wry groan. Admitting, far beyond expected outcomes, that, prayers could be heard. And, acted upon.
What, a gift. What, a blessing. Passing of, time, was. He, now, knew. Truth.

See, the picture. " Dragonfly " OR " Death Becomes Her "  ?