Stranger to Me

~Fourteen~

Sajana's P.O.V.

The hallway in Gilda's house was quaint and tidy. I couldn't imagine why she couldn't go into one of the rooms. I found my way to the closet and pulled out the broom, dustpan, and duster. I made my way down the hall to the room Gilda had directed me to. The sight that met my eyes was one I was not ready for.

There were things strewn around the whole room, and these things were of a huge variety. There were things from books to pens to radios. Picking up the radio, I marvelled at how old fashioned it was. Gilda may have been older than I presumed.

I looked around the room and sighed, deciding I needed to get started if I wanted to get it done. I began to hum while I picked up stuff and laid them in piles of similar things. Eventually, I began singing A drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope, thinking of a certain someone. Even thinking of him made my heart skip a beat. But I knew he would probably never look my way. Perhaps that's why the lyrics of the song were so beautiful for me. Luxshana heard them once and told me to get a life. Nevertheless, I loved this song, and one comment from her wasn't about to change that.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the dessert

But I'm holding you closer than most

'Cause you are my heaven

As much as it embarrassed me, my singing soothed me, since I had a decent voice. I had sung a few times in church, and people had told me I was good. I just wish he would notice.

My thoughts wandered as my hands worked tirelessly, and I only realized after the fact how much work I had gotten done. My fickle and naive mind created little fantasies, and I use the word fantasies because they will never come true. But sometimes it's nice to dream. It just hurts to come back to reality and find it in a much worse state.