Sense: A Short Story

Sense

Plopping herself on the bed, occurred a thought amongst many others.

How do the curtains seem to close themselves? 

She had just been told not to close them again, when she hadn't even touched them in the first place, after her father had pushed them to side, allowing sunlight to pour through the transparent windows that stood tall, facing an empty field. She replied, "But I like it dark..."

He simply said, "It doesn't make sense for the curtains to be pulled shut when you can get natural light."

This, along with the hundreds of thousands of other thoughts swirled in her head, as she lay on the firm, yet welcoming surface of her bed, rays of sunlight lightly caressing her face. Millions of things occupying her mind at once, all flowing together, mixing and melting till they made no sense.

Sense.

Such a small word, yet so frequently used. Yet, what is sense?

So many answers she sought to the questions she wanted to ask, but never did.

She got off the bed and sat down on her desk, opening up her laptop. In the background, she could hear the faint rattle of wheels. Sure enough, a minute later the train sped past the open field, few hundred yards parallel to their small, stand-alone house. Once gone was the train, the air filled again, was with the sounds of crickets and other insects alike.

a way in which an expression or a situation can be interpreted; a meaning. This is what the internet gave her. The screen seemed to glare, as though agreeing with her that this was ridiculously inadequate. Carrying this "definition" with her, back she was on the bed.

She wondered, recalling the words her father had earlier said. If sense is mere interpretation, how do you know what makes sense and what does not? If sense is mere interpretation, does the value of that 'sense' even exist? Also, how can sense be defined a meaning if, again, it is merely an interpretation? Wouldn't the meaning be held only in the eyes of the interpreter?

She got up from the bed, these numerous questioning notions consuming her mind and passed under the frame of the windows, heading out onto the balcony that overlooked the empty field.

She sat down, her skirt occupying the few inches of floor around her folded legs as she lightly rested her back against the small width of wall around the windows. With the wind blowing stray strands across her face and her ears resonating with calm buzzing sound of the insects, she let eyes wander out onto the field till sight could perceive, her mind wandering elsewhere.

Along the train tracks, skipped a little boy, the strong breeze making his unnaturally long hair flow. As she gazed out onto the scene painted in front of her, she thought,

Sense...the simplest of words, yet seemed to have the most complicated of definitions.

A bug flew and scuttled past her. She looked at it plainly and wondered,

But what is sense, if not bare understanding from an individual's perspective?

Author's note: So, honestly, I don't really know why I wrote this, but I guess it was inspired by the curtain event, which actually happened to me. Like, I had no idea as to how the curtains kept closing. It's creepy. But thanks a lot for reading this story, I hope you liked it and let me know in the comments. Also, do you guys ever have such thoughts in that chaotic state of mind? If so, what are those thoughts on? Do share them in the comments down below and please don't forget to vote. Also, if you think some things could be improved in this story (because there's always room for improvement) or if you have any tips for me on improving my writing do share them in the comments below so we all can learn better. 

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