Chapter 34

The White Tower

I dropped the pencil. Instead of getting better, I got worse. I lacked inspiration, I was too distracted. I rearranged the sheets, went to close the window which framed an expanse of hills in all shades of green. I left the room and began to go down the ladder, on tiptoe so as not to disturb Papa. As I passed in front of his open door, Papa turned his head: "Are you finished yet?" he asked.

"I haven't even started. I made a boat that looks like a coffin and a palm tree that looks like a spider stuck on a pole." 

"You've been working a lot lately. A lot and well. You need a little rest." 

"Yes. For a few days I don't want to see any more pencils, no brushes. No blank sheets to fill in."

"Come in, Daughter." he said. "Come in, please." 

I took a few steps into the room, looked towards his Royal. "You do not write anymore?" I asked. 

"Eight hundred and fifty words. Enough for today. It is not good to write too much. We must allow the emotions to rest."

I looked out the window. "Although it is lower down here than I am, you too have a great view," I said. "You can really dominate everything from our tower."