After Death- Black Satisfaction

The following is an extract from my book, Black Satisfaction,

"The morning came around very fast for Vivienne. It was 10 a.m. and the sunlight awakened her. It was the first time when Vivienne slept until this late. Usually she’d be awake before the birds. As soon as Vivienne woke up, everything seemed very strange. It was the silence, Vivienne thought, the silence. Her house stopped being silent since Vincent and Mary moved in with her, and with Lilly always visiting too, it was never quiet anymore. The silence seemed deeply familiar to Vivienne. With a sour feeling of something going wrong, Vivienne got up from the bed in her beautiful black gown and walked around the house in hope to find somebody there. She walked past Mary’s room and couldn’t help but look through the half opened door, but the bedroom was empty. Vivienne knew exactly what happened, it was the unmade bed and the ignorantly left dressing gown on the floor that gave the hints away. Vivienne picked the dressing gown up and put it on her, than she got onto Mary’s bed and snuggled in the dressing gown and closed her eyes. In absolute silence and darkness, Vivienne couldn’t help but notice the aroma of Mary’s dressing gown throwing it’s hands over Vivienne. It was almost an illusion of Mary comforting Vivienne. The smell was indescribable. It wasn’t perfume or oils; it was the natural smell of Mary’s skin. Mary’s natural smell was very pleasant and welcoming. The kind of smell that will sit in your mind for ages, the kind of smell that recognised Mary’s presence in the room without seeing her, the kind of smell which made people insist on giving Mary a hug just to indulge into her beautiful aroma. A sudden tear slipped over Vivienne’s cheek. The smell of Mary has gotten inside Vivienne and awakened her feelings and spread light inside her mind. “I’m not a wall, I’m not a wall, I’m not a wall!” Vivienne kept saying to herself. Her heart felt heavy and her soul even heavier, it finally felt like it existed. And it was perfect. All the heaviness in Vivienne’s body exploded and carefully melted. With a wet face and bright red lips Vivienne got up, and that was the end of her survival, and the beginning of her life."