Looking through my bedroom window, I can see many things. I can see my backyard, the deck, the patio stones the BBQ and my parents sitting on the chairs we have. I can see the townhouses across from mine and their fences as well as a couple of things in them like a tent or a shed. I can see the road that I live on because we're one of the complexes close to it. I can see the trees just outside of my backyard and across the street, they're a full luscious green.
With my vision coming out of focus, I see me. My reflection in my bedroom window.
I see my bright red hair on the top of my head. It's in its usual style, parted on the side with a wave on my head and the other side flat. I see my eyes, they're blue right now but they're always changing. I see a couple of pimples on my chin and around my mouth, nothing a little cream or popping won't fix. I see my teeth, my smile. They're straight now because of my braces I had on for a year and a half when I was 12. But that's all they are. Straight. They didn't help with anything else. I can see my silver earrings hanging from my ears, glittering in the light that's coming through the glass I'm looking in.
My smile grows brighter. It took me awhile to get to be this happy and I know that it's only up from here.
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Solitude
PuisiJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.
