Wouldn't It Be Nice?
Sunlight penetrate the almost opaque curtains. It's rays creating a soft touch on the atmosphere in the room, gently reflecting off the wooden boards, and into her eyes. She laid there on her mattress, half covered by her blankets, her head on her pillow and her arms wrapped around her little bolster. The fan spun lightly from the ceiling, smoothing out the air, transforming them into wind like those of the morning breeze she could feel from the park, or the beach, or the shower.
Every thing was still, just like her life.
She almost gave a smile at the comfort she had received from the most basic things in life.
With a roll, she faced the wall. And just like every other morning, she thinks about him.
And just like every other morning, she frowns slightly at those thoughts, her eyes glancing down. She releases a sigh, just like every other morning.
Wouldn't it be nice? If I had someone to cuddle with right now?
Wouldn't it be nice, to wake up to the warmth of someone I love?
Wouldn't it be nice, to know that there will be someone I wake up to every morning?
But who am I kidding? I'm only seventeen.
Her thoughts linger on him just a little bit longer, as she stared at the empty side of her pillow. Occasionally she'd stare at the ceiling, thinking about what they could be.
After a while she wakes up, brushes up, then walks into her kitchen, and settles on the island with a bowl of cereal and milk.
She scoops a spoon of cereal and milk into her mouth, her thoughts on him striking her mind again.
She stared at the empty space across the island, and played images of her dreams with him, as if in real-time, through the filter behind her irises.
He
If I had someone I could Skype right now.
Every thing was still, just like her life.
But it's too still.
