#behind her

When she went through the door, the rays of the midday sun passed through the window of her bedroom, they painted floral patterns on the wall, like lilacs and daisies with light for petals that stretched down from the ceiling and trickled down the edge of the baseboards, she gazed at them, wistful and lingering, brimming with unspoken desire to pick them, perhaps to have a bouquet made of…