Ripped Pages from A Bookshelf

The Sunlight Through the Window

I love my home. It's been planted with the same roots for ten years. Walls bright and full of life, holding memories from years before. Rooms have changed over the years but one has always stayed the same. My room. This is where I had grown up and adapted, I went from wanting to be an explorer at the age of five to wanting to be a detective at ten. I went from being obsessed with mint green and wanting to cover my whole room in it top to bottom, to finally wanting to "grow up". I went from jumping, trying to grab my toys off the top shelf to wanting to just lie in bed with my friends gossiping and sitting on our phones. Even though I changed, there was one thing that never did, and that being my windowsill. In the windowsill was always the most beautiful ray of sunlight, dancing happily around my room. I love my home, it's thick and full of memories, it's much like a photo album. It's also peaceful, like drifting out to sea on a warm day...

Emptiness followed. There was no more furniture, the house was stripped dry of any remaining memories. The crooked floorboards creaked as we walked around for the last few times. The wannabe detective had to move, the mint green wallpaper ripped off the walls, the toys packed away into boxes and the bed put into a van. All that was left was an open space. Even though the house was breaking there was still a ray of sunlight pouring through my window, reflecting off the now overbearing plain white walls...

This house is not mine. The walls have no emotion and my memories remain there. There is no longer a smell of my dog's fur, only a gloss and brick scent, swirling filling the air. I go on a walk to a nearby park to see children playing much like I used to, without a care in the world, not knowing what was next for them in life. As soon as I hear their happiness I head on home, why can't I be happy? Why can't I move on from that silly little life? Why can't I be young, careless and reckless again? As soon as I came home, I ran into my new room to see this new beam of sunlight pouring through the window. But only now, I look out to the sky above, feel the sun's warm on my face, and let the tear slide down my cheek as all I can think is,

"This is not mine."