Enigma

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Our Mothers tell us that there are no monsters under our beds, or hidden inside our closets. But they don't warn us that sometimes, monsters come dressed as people that claim to love you more than the sun loves the moon.

- Nikita Gill

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I slowly opened my eyes to such a dim-lit room, with pillows surrounding me on my bed; the atmosphere which people would call depressing isn't like that to me. I enjoyed these kinds of environments; it feels as if it was made just for my comfort. I sat up and scanned my bedroom, taking in the smell of old books and the ambiance which screams peace and quiet. I proceeded to the room across mine- my office, and grabbed a few things that I might need to avoid the hustle of going back up here. When everything felt right for me, I went downstairs and whipped myself a cup of hot chocolate.

The weather is nice out, the gentle rain, the ambiance, everything is to my liking. I grabbed my journal and sat down on the couch just beside the huge window by the veranda, where I could perfectly see the neighborhood. I saw kids playing hopscotch and tag under the rain with their rain boots and raincoats. Mothers on porches taking pictures of their children and happily talking about something, with their husbands beside them looking tall and proud of their family. A delightful image of a good morning. I started writing my insights for today; how I am feeling, what am I thinking today, and if there are any answers to my queries from yesterday. I glanced out the window as the children outside run and make a ruckus on the streets, fighting over who's turn was it or who was the first person to be tagged for him to be the It. Suddenly, amidst all the chaos, the fat kid pushed the slender one on a puddle causing the game to end in cries with boys all over each other, delivering punches and kicks- Sad to say they failed on breaking each others' noses... 

The fight broke down when a blue Sedan came honking on them with a woman inside, waving at the kids to go away. It took a left turn and parked at my garage, when a lady with long, black hair got out, walked breezily, and started knocking and calling out my name on the door. I thought it would be a good day until she showed up, I mean she's my best friend and all, but I am quite enjoying my alone time today.

"Hey! Get your ass on the door! Open up! I'm freezing out here!" She banged on the window beside me as I enjoyed my hot cup of cocoa. After several minutes of her pleading to open the door, I finally gave in; laughing as I put my cup down and proceeded to open the door. 

"Careful, I just mopped the floor"

"Yeah yeah I know... Imma change clothes, lend me yours"
                   I nodded and watch as she ascended to the second floor and shut the door to my room. I sat back on the couch, watching the raindrops fall gently on the pavement. The trees sway as if they were dancing to the humming of the winds. It was peaceful. Resting my head on the windowpane, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander through my most silent thoughts; If we are smart enough to know that love is a curse, would we still be falling in love? What is it that made us this horrid? Why are the things made for the betterment of human beings being used on us? Why do good people die earlier than those who are rotten to the core? What? How?... Why?
                   Not a moment later, I felt something cold being placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Maisy with a worried look on her face; Her brows were furrowed and her lips were pressed in a thin line. Although her hand was cold, I could feel what she wanted to ask me, but she wasn't sure if she should... or if she could. I gently pushed her hand away and gestured her to sit at the chair in front of me. Uncertain, she still followed. I finished my drink amidst the silence that enveloped us and grabbed another one from the kitchen table. As I sat back down, I stared at Maisy who is obviously avoiding my gaze.