My Inner Thoughts

Cabin in the Woods

A soft, warm bed. My brown hair mixing with her beautiful golden locks as we sleep together in each others arms. I slowly wake up and look out the large window. A grin, much like a child's splits my face in two. Beautiful large snowflakes gently drift down from the heavens and covers the woods in a blanket of snow. She wanted to live in the woods, I wanted to live somewhere that snowed. So we compromised.

After a warm breakfest, we set out on a hike deep into the woods with a sled and a packed lunch. We sit and eat as we embrace nature around us. It's so beautiful, but not as beautiful as her. We see a snowy owl and she smiles brightly. God, I love her smile. So warm, so radiant. She is my sunshine on a gloomy day.

After the trek back, we strip of our heavy snow clothes and she warms herself up in our beautiful living room, while I warm up in the kitchen. The living room, with it's glorious fireplace, comfortable furniture, plush rug, and her favorite, the grand piano. Oh, she could play it for hours on end if given the chance, and she does! With her pet owl patiently listening on the nearby rail while her red fox is curled up at her feet. I smile as I listen to her play while I prepare dinner.

After a long night, we slip back into our comfortable bed and cuddle eachother. I hold her gently, but firmly, so not to let her go. I breath in her gentle sent. There is no way to describe it, it's just.... Her sent. And no one else's'. As we slip into unconsciousness, she utters the words that make my heart flutter. I love you.

But then, I wake up. The darkness is still around me in my small room in my postage stamp town. There is no cabin in the woods, no snowy woods, no owl and fox, no grand piano, no bed for two, no her. She is not even mine. She doesn't like me in that way. We got in a fight today. Now I am here, crying into a sweater that she left last time she was over. It smells like her. I cling onto it like it's the only thing keeping me alive. I wish for that cabin in the woods, where we can be together. Where I can love her. Where she would love me back. Where I am stronger. More beautiful. But there is no cabin in the woods.

Only a sweater.