Know that this IS copyrighted. & I put my life into these stories. Try to take it & I will have to go to jail for taking your life. But at least when I get out this will still be part of my book. biggrin
Looking out my window I can now see what everyone was talking about at school. Winter. Knowing the summer so well I still had no clue it's evil cousin was coming in for a long-term visit. I mindlessly traced the heat stained window with my finger; the place where my breath was now receding started to reveal a picture of a face. How classic of a scene could this be to onlookers? A girl standing at her window on a winter day deliberately tracing smiley faces and hearts onto the glass where her breath left heated streaks. This was all so typical. As quickly as this realization came the window felt as if it was burning my finger through to the bone with ice water kisses. I pulled away slowly letting the drapes float back into place as if they had never been moved at all. Moving across the room I found myself just wandering aimlessly like an infant just learning to walk. Although I wasn't quite stumbling like a child I still had a slight swerve in my footing so I opted to just sit on my bed. Only then did I realize the eerie quietness of the house, it was usually always so loud outside my room that I had been used to it. Then the memories hit me like a truck as the mental flood I had been trying to dam up almost drowned me in the incoming. Yeah that's right; the silence is only because of the recent subtraction of a top family figure in this house. I could almost taste the bile in my mouth as I remembered her seemingly aged yet soft face reach out to me in her act to take me with her. I could even feel the heat of her skin still on the palm of my hand from when I slapped that lying hand away from me. Only in this moment did I really embrace the truth of this situation: Mom is gone, and she isn't coming back. Despite the slight feeling of freedom in my mind my heart still beat in a way that betrayed my sadness of where I am standing. Right in the middle of divorce and this isn't going to get any better.
Looking out my window I can now see what everyone was talking about at school. Winter. Knowing the summer so well I still had no clue it's evil cousin was coming in for a long-term visit. I mindlessly traced the heat stained window with my finger; the place where my breath was now receding started to reveal a picture of a face. How classic of a scene could this be to onlookers? A girl standing at her window on a winter day deliberately tracing smiley faces and hearts onto the glass where her breath left heated streaks. This was all so typical. As quickly as this realization came the window felt as if it was burning my finger through to the bone with ice water kisses. I pulled away slowly letting the drapes float back into place as if they had never been moved at all. Moving across the room I found myself just wandering aimlessly like an infant just learning to walk. Although I wasn't quite stumbling like a child I still had a slight swerve in my footing so I opted to just sit on my bed. Only then did I realize the eerie quietness of the house, it was usually always so loud outside my room that I had been used to it. Then the memories hit me like a truck as the mental flood I had been trying to dam up almost drowned me in the incoming. Yeah that's right; the silence is only because of the recent subtraction of a top family figure in this house. I could almost taste the bile in my mouth as I remembered her seemingly aged yet soft face reach out to me in her act to take me with her. I could even feel the heat of her skin still on the palm of my hand from when I slapped that lying hand away from me. Only in this moment did I really embrace the truth of this situation: Mom is gone, and she isn't coming back. Despite the slight feeling of freedom in my mind my heart still beat in a way that betrayed my sadness of where I am standing. Right in the middle of divorce and this isn't going to get any better.
