Sparks

“Bedtime girls,” mother announces.

Up the steep, dark steps we climb to our bedroom. Ours is the tiny bedroom at the top of the stairs in an old farm house. The ceiling matches the steep angle of the roofline. This is no problem for two little girls, but would cause adults to duck their heads when standing anywhere other than the centerline of the room.

There’s a single window centered under the peak of the ceiling. It is covered inside and out by a thick layer of frost. What little light comes in from outside is diffused and is mostly obscured by the mirror mounted to the child sized dresser.