Picture Perfect Night Sky

26 ¦ Jacob Pierce

Although it's dark, it is sometimes quite poetic when walking around in the dark with only your phone as illumination. I don't know, it's just very poetic for me, like some allegory about getting lost and the only way to navigate is what you have.

Another perks of walking around in the dark is that the brain doesn't need to focus on the sight so much that it makes the person feel smarter since the brain has an occupied energy for thinking. I don't know if that's scientifically proven or not, but that's how I feel at the moment really. Something about it makes me feel like I could reflect and analyze what just happened to me, which is perfect since a while ago, something strange happened.

I can't believe I agree to being Margaret's slave. What was I thinking? Am I that love struck to Jasmine Hazel that I didn't know any other way? It can't be that, right? I can't be obsessed with a girl. Heck, I was never obsessed by anyone, but, God, the way Margaret needs my slave skills sends hope in my chest. A hope that's different when it comes to Jasmine. A hope that perhaps will soon make me happy in life.

Margaret and Jacob sitting on the tree.
K-I-SS-ING!

No, wait. I meant Jasmine, not Margaret. Why did I think of Margaret? What the hell? What's wrong with you, brain? You've been kinda off lately. Well, why don't you just admit you like Margaret more than Jasmine? Oh, fuck off, brain! Groaning softly, thinking a way to turn these stupid voices inside my fucking brain.

Come on, it wouldn't hurt to accept the truth.

Can you not, brain? Just stop for the love of God. She's too innocent and sensitive for my taste, and besides, I already had someone in reserve for my heart and I ain't changing that reservation whatever reason.

But can you at least give Margaret a try, perhaps that reservation will change?

Groaning at the stupid voices inside my head. Why can't they just stop for like a second and let me focus on navigating my way? Walking around and a bit of glancing around to get to the dormitory. I would try to drive back to my regular house, but it's late at night, and it is dangerous to drive around in the dark, so why not sleep the night in our dormitory? I just wish those love birds flirting around, making the whole dorm feel like some scene in a romance movie with me being the third wheel, because dear God, I will not handle that.

Walking up the steps and hope for the fucking best. I reach in for the knob, my eyes close, I don't want to jinx myself and pray as hard as I can that they're already asleep. I turn the doorknob and pushing the door. Slowly opening my eyes and flash my phone onto the... Empty dark hallway. Huh? Well, I don't want to get all my hopes up. They might be in their bedroom still flirting and giggling with each other.

I enter the house and closing the door behind me. It's really pitch-black just it was outside. The only thing that illuminate in the dark house is the light from the stars and moon, twinkling from the clear windows, which is by the way, not enough light to see anything properly. It's still sound very poetic too, like the moon and the stars are your only way to see into the abyss. In this case, the abyss is this pitch-black house right now.

I slowly walk towards guest bedroom that's been assigned to me, the floors creaks quite loudly as I do. The last thing I want is to wake the love birds up. Using my phone as my light source and navigate my way through this pitch-black maze I'm in right now. Like seriously, where's the guest bedroom? God, I just want to sleep and forget everything that had happened in the library.

I slowly make myself up the stairs, still glancing around thoroughly just to find this guest bedroom, and I don't want to risk opening a bedroom where the lovebirds are, because that would certainly destroy their privacy. I'm still a man of privacy, okay? After thinking about it for a minute, wouldn't they lock their door to stop me from opening it? I'm too sleep-deprived for this. I really need that long-awaited slumber I've been craving.