Chapter 198: As Artists Do
In the world that they lived in, there were many artists. People who could make something out of nothing. Those individuals who could just pick up a random rock on their path, and be able to carve it into something so beautiful it made even the most hardened souls weep.
If Emily had been gifted in any of those disciplines. Then she would have been using them to express herself. If she could have, she would have written a poem about sleep. Stanza after Stanza, just dedicated to the wonders of slumber.
She would put in rhymes, and throw in metaphors and similes. Just using words to string together her thoughts, and bring alive the emotion that she felt whenever she thought of sleep, and how wonderful it was. But unfortunately for her, Emily was not a poet. She could not move people with just her words.
So when it came to describing how she felt about sleep, at most all that she could do was say, "Sleep is fantastic," and smile. Hoping that just her expression would be enough to portray to whoever it was that she was talking to, how wonderful she thought sleep was.
With words failing her, Emily wished that she was a fine artist. If she could hold a pencil in her hands, and be able to just touch it to a piece of paper and have the galaxies bursting in her mind at the thought of sleep, come alive on parchment. Then she would have.
If she could have traced out all of the wonder that she felt with a paintbrush in her hand. Letting the colors come alive on canvas, then she would have. But unfortunately, Emily was once again not gifted in that regard. But she felt that given enough time, if somebody were to give her a chisel, and a rock. Then tell her to sculpt her feelings for sleep. To just carve something out of the rock. Chipping away at it bit by bit, until all of her emotions were laid bare with every scrape that she made.
Then Emily felt that maybe she might have had a chance then. But she did not have time to learn sculpting. She was way too busy. And so sculpting was also crossed out as a way for Emily to show just how much she loved sleep.
But, even without all of those other talents. One thing that Emily was very good at...was embroidery.
So to express herself, she had begun yet another embroidery project. But this one was different from all the countless others that Emily had done during the long nights when nightmares had kept her awake.