MerelyBeing.rtf

"Your footsteps pound on the gangway to my heart."

I quickly saved the one line that I had typed on the computer, and sat back in my chair. It wasn't anything dramatic, just something that I had come up with during dinner, and I thought that I should write it down before I forgot it.

I turned my head towards the large bay windows in the living room, and curled my legs up to my chest in the small, white armchair. I watched the darkened sky, watched the lights rippling on the bay, and listened to the sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks. After a moment, I turned my gaze to the arm of the chair and began tracing out the lines of a flower design that was printed into the chair's fabric cover.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my short, strawberry blonde hair. The clean,salty air was kind on my lungs, which had never been the best. My head was clearer than normal, and I could hear every sound. The waves breaking on the rocks. The almost unnoticeable hum of electricity.The whir of a fan in the room across the house, where my godmother slept. A breeze picked up outside the window and rustled through the large wild rose bushes that lined the yard, blowing their sweet scent through the slightly opened windows.

I became aware that I was thirsty and stood up. I walked out of the living room, my bare feet padding on the hardwood floors, and I turned the light out behind me. I was going to come back, but what was the point of using energy I don't need.

As soon as the light went out, I felt that usual panic and jumped from the pitch black living room and into the light of the dining area. My heart,which had begun to pound a little faster, slowed back to it's normal pace, and I continued to get my glass of water.

The sound of the water trickling into my glass sent my brain into a sort of trance. It had been a wonderful day. Two swims in the bay had left my skin soft and freckled. I was relaxed for once, not having to worry about anything back home where I lived. The ocean breeze seemed to blow my worries away as well as the pollen.

I gasped as I felt water streaming down my hands, and I quickly shut off the water. I took a sip to bring the water level down a bit, then wiped my soaked hand on a towel before I headed back to the living room.

I leaned into the room, flicked on the light, and headed back to my seat by the window. I frowned, seeing that the light on my computer was still on.I hummed thoughtfully. Weird. It was supposed to go off after one minute so that it could preserve battery, I'd have to check that out and fix it.

I sat down in the white, floral pattern armchair and took another sip of my water. I set the glass down by my foot and turned to my computer. Perhaps I'd try and write again, to get rid of this block.

I frowned at the screen.

"Your footsteps pound on the gangway to my heart.

I wore my loudest boots, so as not to startle you."

I stared. The new words seemed to fit so well with the first line.

Yet,I didn't write them.

I looked around the room. Nothing. No one. Not even the small,tortoise-shell cat was there. Both my godmother and our friend were sound asleep in these early hours of the morning.

I turned back to the screen.

If I didn't write them.... and no one else was awake that I knew off...