Early sun.

The room was entirly dark and musty. She walked slowly, afraid of stumbeling over the matters on the floor. Her hands reached the handels of the old window first. She opened it and then pushed down the bracket of the wooden boards. The brackets clambed for a second, but then she managed to open them with a brisk sound. Quickly the clean air and the early sun entered the room. She remained by the window, breathing in the fresh air. For a while she forgot, that behind her, a room full of memories had to be cleaned up. For the last years she had adjourned this necessity many times. But not know, she was ready to get down on her knees, forget those kisses and chuck away the old furniture.