Lines

Starting from a corner post on the back porch, Charlotte moved in straight lines to secure the next tether and the next. She crossed some of them, doubling back, letting the next location call to her and tying the yarns together when skein after skein disappeared in the effort. Charlotte used a ladder to reach the porch roof and moved very carefully from the gutter to the decorative gingerbread on the tiny outdoor landing for the seldom used back bedroom, placing the lines onto the second level and adding depth and dimension. Hour after hour she worked until the light shifted and her stomach reminded her that she was in desperate need of food. Climbing down and picking her way carefully through the threads, she entered the kitchen and warmed herself in the kitchen, looking out as she peacefully sipped her tea. The web she had made sparkled in the waning light and she could almost feel them hovering, waiting to be caught. "Welcome," Charlotte whispered to the dreams that lingered in the air.