He found Agnes lying on the sofa in the living room… eyes shut, an empty pillbox and an overturned water tumbler on the rug at her side. Her tranquil features were set in a slight, secret smile of triumph, as if, in some far country unattainable to mortal men, she were, at last, waltzing with the dark, red-caped prince of her early dreams.
Sylvia Plath (The Wishing Box)
(Source: qfpp, via fuckyeahsylviaplath)
