A usual winter morning. She sat on the window sill, beholding the empty streets from our apartment on the 5th floor. Her warm breath on the blissfully icy glass would blur it momentarily, only to reveal the
solitude of a passing morning walker on the grey-tiled pavement. Somewhere in the distance, I would hear the indistinct whistling of...some lonely bird. I was never curious enough to find out. But it would always offer a mellow rhythm to open my eyes to. And then as I twisted and turned in our bed, stretching my rusty body for an entire day of work, she would reach out for her coffee mug on the table nearby. As her cherry lips gently kissed the brim of the cup..I would hear the same, familiar sound...a slurp, followed by a
chuckle.
My eyes would dart towards her to witness the soothing curve of her lips. And I would be mesmerised..and almost hypnotised in the amazing display of her immense beauty. In that moment, I am lost. Completely. Truly. My eyes would move about from the long, black curls of her hair to her hazel brown eyes.
I slowly sit up. She is still looking out, sipping her coffee..
“Hey..”, I whisper, loudly.
She pretends not to hear it. But I know she did. So, I gently get up and walk over to the window, with groggy steps. I smile as I get closer and closer and closer..
I would sniff and feast on her heavenly scent. And I would reach out my hand to slide my fingers
through her locks..
But.
But my fingers meet the disappointingly cold window as I lean on to it. I look around desperately. The hand slides down along the glass as I slowly take my place on the sill. My heart is racing and my brain is confused, frantically searching for answers. My head starts throbbing as I kneel on the ground, internally screaming. Millions of questions buzzing in my mind...I just can’t seem to remember the answers. And then..and then..I see these flashes of memories and as I reach my quivering hand yet again..something happens. The chaotic turbulence settles down in an instant as I focus on one point in my mind..
I feel tear drops running down my cheeks and falling onto my clenched, grieving fists as I look at the ground. My vision blurred.
I lie down on the ground and curl up into myself with everything that I have. Trying to hold onto everything, trying to keep it from everyone..
And I lie there, lonelier than the bird, all on my own.
Just a usual winter morning.
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Obscure Tales of Everyday Sorrow
De Todosonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. People go through so much stuff. And looking at them or even talking to them might not reveal whatever they are going through. People who seem...
