Matilda Cover Novels & Stories

I disconnected the cut and returned my phone to its former position. It felt weird to be at home at this hour and I took my time to gather my thoughts. Morgan hopped onto my bed and I burrowed my fingers into his fur. I looked around my room, noting how the rising sun glinted off of the vintage records stuck to my blue walls. Looking up I marveled at the glow-in-the-dark butterflies fastened to the ceiling and smiled. They symbolized freedom and safety and reminded me that no matter what, there was always a reason to smile, we just had to be brave enough to look for one.

Nosiness made him push it open and enter. In a vast dark-lit chamber, he found her. Or rather her, the fake Matilda. She was crouched by the side of a bed on which lay sleeping. She was swaddled in a widow's black covering, the free end of which entirely wrapped her face. In a vulnerable fair hand, she held a vast copper pot.

Jacob was stunned by the scene in front of him before he could even finish saying the word ‘bath’. Right then, Matilda had gotten out of bed and was standing by the bed. The down jacket had been taken off her body and she wore only a home singlet, not to mention that the sleeves on both sides were pushed up above her elbows. How was Matilda so different at this time as compared to that sickly look just now?! Looking at her, it could be said that she was in a state of excellent spirit. Her complexion was rosy and lustrous…