I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, the heat started to run off my skin. Breathing out, I could see a puff of smoke coming out, indicating that it's snow season again.
As I walk in the midst of a city so quiet, so calm, snowflakes fall on the ground everywhere. I wander lost in thought still questioning whether my feeling of cold was caused by the weather or by the way you said my name.
I stopped at a nearby coffee shop to warm my seemingly cold heart. I sit beside the window slowly taking a sip of my cure. The air is full of indecisiveness with an addition to my fleeting feelings.
Thinking of a more effective way to relieve the restlessness, I picked out a book in my purse and went to the page where I left off. As the shop owner dimmed the lights, I knew it was time to feel this dismay.
The first line goes, "Why is everyone so considerate except you?"
I change my position to where I'm currently sitting, thinking this is going to be an interesting story.
YOU ARE READING
Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)
PoetryMy thoughts, books, and the magic they bring. Started: July 20, 2024 Finished: September 30, 2024 #3 poetrycollection #6 prose