Quick Love

"I love how you still look at me the same way when we met first."

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"Addy! Hurry up!" said her mom as she opened the door, though stopped when she saw her daughter snoozing away, like every usual morning.

Her mom's footsteps were light and quick, and she listened as she disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear her mom.

Her mom's voice echoes from the kitchen, like a ringing church bell. Each sound of her mother's arrival echoes across the land like a fairy tale.

The birds chirped happily outside; the sun rising and shining brightly. Everything was going to be fine.

Addy groaned and forced herself awake as she slowly opened her eyes. The pungent sense of pine needles was strong in the air - an early spring morning had dawned, when winter and warmth were in a fragile equilibrium. Or so she hoped. With each breath, a cold fog swirled from her lips into the room; the cottage was cool despite being late spring.

Putting on warm clothes was the first order of business after waking up here, Addy thought to herself with a shiver.

She stood up eventually and looked longingly at the books she had read over and over again in this very bed; old friends that kept her company every night on these long, desolate nights. But there was work to be done, so she lumbered out of bed, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt before heading downstairs for breakfast. The sounds of soft talking drifted through the house, between the creaks of old wood settling from last night's frost, creating a cacophonous symphony that blended seamlessly into what should have been an idyllic setting.

It was too loud outside, though; even inside it felt like she could still hear everything faintly outside, like trying to watch TV while other people talk over it or leave their radio playing in the next room. It wasn't right to be out there on such a beautiful spring day and not let yourself enjoy it, Addy told herself as she stepped outside onto the deck and took a deep breath of fresh air. Addy sat down and turned around halfway so her back rested against one of the thick beams supporting it.

The sun broke through the clouds casting a golden light across the sky, the puffy white clouds looked like snow, the sky was a beautiful cerulean blue. The birds, like tiny missiles, streaked across the sky before disappearing into the neighboring trees.

The cold pavement from the morning dew, the green grass of the lawn, the yellowing leaves on the trees.

The puddles were shiny and glist.

With the weak light creeping over the horizon, the world is painted in shades of gray. The view is only slightly clearer, but enough to see the subtle nuances of the world that are lost to the darkness of night.