Soaring

Chapter 9

I lay there and watched as the Roku illuminated the room's overhead lamp. The reflection of it looks like a full, but purple moon. All of us had gone to bed a while ago. I couldn't help but stare at the lamp's beautiful purple reflection.

Don't get me wrong, I'm exhausted. Again though, there's no position comfortable enough for me. Even in my own bed, there is no comfortable enough position until it is way too late at night. By the time I fall asleep, I'll only be getting a few hours of sleep before being woken up again.

Eventually, it's four o'clock in the morning and I still have yet to fall asleep. It's my usual routine. That does not make it suck any less, I hate that I'm always up at four in the morning. I'd like to sleep sometimes without sleeping in.

The Next Morning

Sometime in the afternoon, I woke up. It felt as if I had an extreme hangover. I don't though. It's jetlag. I don't want to roll out of bed yet but I know I need to. I have to go socialize with everyone else in the house sometime soon.

Even though I am not feeling up to it, I decided to roll out of bed and go downstairs with everyone else. I'm quick to discover that Addison and Makayla are still asleep in their room. So now I don't feel too bad about being so jetlagged.

It's one PM at this point. I'm still exhausted myself, and I feel like I took an entire bottle of melatonin. My aunt is sleeping in her recliner, and Blake is at work. He works at the downtown courthouse as a lawyer's assistant. So he's usually gone during a typical nine-five.

Contemplating going back to sleep, I decided against it. Then I get up from the couch and head out the front door, phone in hand. Nearby is a local park. It's one of my and Makayla's favorite places to go, especially during the summer when it's warm outside since it's within walking distance.

Within ten minutes, I had already walked up to the park entrance. It's probably a five to ten-minute walk from the park entrance to get to the other park that is inside the park. Where we go is a Metropark so there are parks inside of the park.

As I'm walking, a cop rolls past and stops a few feet ahead of me. The cop rolls the window down and looks directly at me. "Are you lost, little girl? Do you need help?" Everybody says that I look thirteen, so the cop probably believes the same.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not a little girl, I'm actually twenty years old officer." I state. The officer nods and tells me to have a good day. Driving away afterward. Eventually, I reach the part of the Metropark that I wanted to. Then I find a bench to sit on.

The weather's beautiful. A little cold, but its scenery is stunning. The weather is cold like I said, but I'm wonderstruck by the enchanting trees and images I mentally have been taking. I wish I had brought something to draw with to capture the beauty of my surroundings.

The trees are dead but have intriguing beautiful details embarked into them. Then they'll come alive again in the spring. Which makes it all the more magical and blissful. The integrity the trees have really. They carry us through life. The trees are what give us life. Give us the oxygen to breathe.

The leaves that usually flutter on the trees, floated away in the fall air whispers months ago. In Ohio, we don't typically get snow until late February. So the cold air is the most bitter and brutal part of our winters until the snow hits during late winter.

Otherwise, they aren't so bad. Sometimes the weather tricks us, and we'll have fifty-degree weather in December. It's strange but that's just Ohio for you. Living in summer during the winter, and getting snow randomly in the spring and early parts of the summertime.