Winters Meeting

The Little Things

                Please listen to old skin
                    By olafur Arnalds
                      While reading

Sunday goes by with constant messages exchanged between me and Yoongi. My phone has been attached to my hip all day waiting to see what he will send next. Ongoing random conversation to the next. Weather to music to small deep thoughts. I couldn't get enough. My mind has been twisting and turning all day with Yoongi's name as the fuel and his face never leaving my mind. I didn't know what these feelings were due to the fact I've never felt them before. A new exciting mystery that I can't wait to explore. It feels so dangerous but so safe at the same time. With all these thoughts growing in my mind I can't help but to see that I have fallen deep into something I'll never get out of. In all, I don't think I want to leave, for now I know the feelings I have for him and they're undyingly real. As the day comes to an end I rest my head with heavy thoughts of him. His soft words replay in my mind as they lullaby me to sleep.

The day starts with the horrible screeching of the alarm clock. Groaning loudly I toss my sheets off my body to get up. I take a quick shower and grab a small snack to hold me over for a while. With some time left until work I watch out the window of my apartment. I curl up on the seat feeling the plushy fabric support my body. I can feel the cold pushing it's way through the window as I get closer. The window is lightly covered in frost with snow laying around the edge. The calm atmosphere makes me want to doze off for the rest of the day. I turn on my phone seeing the time, I jump up quickly and get my things. I practically run out the door just biting time. I work at a small book store near my house on the corner of a nearby street. The little store looks defenseless with newer bigger buildings swallowing it whole. Despite the early mornings, it's not half bad, no one really comes in much anyways so it's calm and quiet most of the time. It's not a fancy place, it's simple and small and filled with old dusty books. The walls are covered in a dark old brown that looks to be decaying along with the history of this place. Everything is set up as if it was many years ago, untouched, unchanged. To many people this place is considered a waste of space, a dump, but to me it's very special. I pick up a random book on my way behind the counter. I've probably read a good portion of the books in this place already. I don't mind. I sit down with a relaxing sigh. Looking at the book I run my fingers lightly over the spine. The book is a warn out red and the pages are a tinted yellow. I hear the creak of the old wooden chair as I lean back to read. Being so deep in a newly favored book I don't notice the sound of the bell ring from the door. 'tap, tap'. I hear a faint finger tap on the desk in front of me trying to get my attention. In front of me is an irritated customer waiting for my assistance. I quickly close the book and sit up to listen to their needs. With a sly remark the customer leaves with that being the end of my day. The night has just started to show through as I lock up the store to go home. On my way home the quiet atmosphere reminds me of the night I met Yoongi. 'I wonder when I'll see him again?' I think to myself. I smile at the thought of all the little things today has brought me, hoping for more to come soon.