I Never Knew Daylight Could Be So Violent

She couldn't sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning for a good two hours, Jacqueline Kennedy finally just got up and walked into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, she pulled out the milk and then a small glass, swiftly filling it to the top before placing the glass of milk in the microwave and the milk jug back in the fridge. After heating the milk for 1 minute, she pulled out some cinnamon and sprinkled a dash of it into her now warm milk, the brown spice swirling in a free spiral as it mixed with the white liquid. Warm milk with cinnamon was always a last resort when she's troubled by insomnia; it always seemed to help.

Taking her milk, slowly sipping at it, she walked over to the window-seat and sat down, staring out at the full moon and bright stars as they sparkled over the rolling ocean which was black, minus the bright white reflection of the moon bobbing amongst the waves. The sight was breathtaking. She's always preferred the night over the day, mainly because of the beauty of the sky. The constellations of stars, the moon...how, just as the sun sets or begins to rise, the night's beginning or ending creates a beautiful picture of fiery colors and deep purples and blues. Not to mention she doesn't care too much for very bright or hot days. Don't get her wrong, she loved being out in the sun, she just didn't like it when she was too hot nor did she like it when the sun was in her eyes...the sun in her eyes...

Jackie took a large sip from her milk now, hoping that it would somehow knock her out or make her suddenly too tired to begin thinking back once again to that day.

She couldn't put on her sunglasses, even though her eyes were blinded by the bright sun and giving her a slight headache. She remembered Jack wanted to show her off, wanted the people to see her eyes. Her smoldering, dark brown eyes as he described them.

As always, Jackie granted her husband's wishes and decided to sit on the left side of the car that day instead of the right. She thought the sun wouldn't shine in her eyes as much on the left...

She shook her head as her eyes began to burn with the rising up of tears and she quickly drowned the rest of her milk before getting off the window-seat and walking briskly over to the sink. Rinsing out her cup, watching as the water filled it before dumping it out, Jackie remembered wishing later that it would have rained like they thought it would. Then they wouldn't have had the top down, then Jack never would have gotten shot...

She lost it at that thought and slowly slid down to the floor, resting her back against the counter as she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head on them. Tears began to well up in her eyes and her lip quivered as she tried to hold back crying out in sorrow as she's done so many times before.

Suddenly the clock struck 1 and she couldn't hold it in anymore; Jack was pronounced dead at 1 in the afternoon that day, shot at 12:30...

Jackie sunk down lower to the floor till she was lying curled up in a fetal position against the corner of the counters, shaking with sobs. 'If only it rained, if only the sun didn't come out-then I would have sat on the right and maybe Jack wouldn't have been hit, if only I recognized the first noise as a gunshot, oh why didn't I just pull him down!?'

Jackie squeezed her eyes shut as she bit her lip and dug her nails into her palms as she shook violently, racked by sobs. Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks, a huge contrast to her skin that was now suddenly freezing cold as the kitchen tiles' icy touch seeped into her skin.

They say that the night is cruel and that the daylight is filled with kindness but oh how she found much comfort in the darkness of the night now, hidden from the world, shadowed by night's black blanket. No one could see her weakness in the dark, no one could see her cry... They would all be asleep, waiting for the daylight to shine upon them once again. A waiting she once shared with them but that was before Dallas. She never knew until then how daylight could be so violent...