Two Sentence Challenge
The rain poured down in torrents, drumming against the windows as if trying to break through, while inside, I sat motionless, staring at the flickering candle that seemed to hold the last shred of warmth in the cold, silent room. Every drop felt like a heartbeat, a reminder that the world outside was still alive, even if everything inside felt like it had stopped.
“Joyfear”
It's odd this thing called fear to be so uniquely tied to this thing called joy, ever so odd indeed; the juxtaposition of emotions has found itself twisting through my heart and mind not once, but twice.
On a crisp morning in September and at a cold early hour in October, nothing can quite prepare you for the highest level of joy and the ever growing sensation of fear as you hold your newborn child in your arms.