It was a cold night, definitely too cold after the warm summer day it had been. Shivering I looked down at my feet that were turning more and more blue as time passed and pulled my knees closer to my body, frowning at the thought that I wouldn't get away from the wooden park bench I was sitting on anytime soon. Not that I wasn't responsible for the situation I found myself in. It was me that decided going on a small bike ride at dusk all alone, dressed in only a light summer dress and flats was a great idea but to my defense I have to say that I had really not been able to know that my tire was going to rip in the middle of nowhere, at least an hour away from any form of civilization. Still, it had happened and I couldn't change it so I had decided to wait and hope that someone was going to come by and be able to help me. So now I was sitting there, waiting, listening to the wind in the grass, watching the stars glowing brighter and brighter in the dark night sky and I can't say when exactly it happened but at some point I stopped feeling cold and alone and started appreciating the fresh night air and the smoothness of the bench below me. Maybe this wasn't too bad after all. Just when that thought struck my mind however, I felt a raindrop settling on top of my nose and a glance up told me that while I had been completely enchanted by the beauty of nature, the weather had changed and I had been caught right under a big cloud that did not look like it was going to move anytime soon. Again, I decided to just accept my fate and to my surprise the rain was warmer than the night had been and while I was completely drenched after just a short while I was now also feeling a little warmer for the first time in what felt like forever although it had probably only been a few hours ago that the sun had stopped sending its warming rays to earth and night had taken over bringing the now familiar cold with it. And that was the moment I realized how easy it is to appreciate the little things when they are all you have, how much more important the little things are when you decide that focusing on the negative things won't get you anywhere, how happy the little things make you if you just let them. I knew I still had no way to get home and no safe place to spend the night but it didn't matter because I decided that right now wasn't the time to worry, that right now was the time to stop counting every second, every minute, every hour that passed and to just live, if only for a moment, and with that thought in my heart I curled up on the wet park bench in the middle of nowhere and drifted into another world, the world of dreams, and I decided that I would never wake up again and just stay in this peace forever.
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Late Night Thoughts
Short StoryLittle short stories/monologues about some late night thoughts... 🌌 Disclaimer: Some stories include darker themes and may be triggering.