My Paradise

My Paradise-- part four

My Paradise- part 4

I've been laying on the floor for hours. Not moving an inch, worried that the guards will turn around and come back. For after the ball and dashing ride home, I had wiped off my make-up, tied up my hair, and basically buried my dress, shoes , and mask under many layers of blankets, in a back room, underneath a spare bed. Just in time to receive four loud pounds on my small door. The pounds came from a guard, accompanied by a dozen of his close friends in metal. When the guard asked if I had seen a lonesome girl around, I put on my best act, and lied. My lie was very convincing, because now that the exhilarating feeling, of ditching a gorgeous boy had worn off, I was truly tired. Of course that was hours ago, causing my adrenaline to spike all over again.

Now the bright rays of the sun glamour through my closed windows, giving me hope that my plan will work. For the events that took place last night, have reminded me of Cinderella. Unfortunately this time around, " Prince Charming" won't be getting the damsel. The damsel is quite happy living in reality.

I can feel my butt going numb, from sitting on the floor for hours, but I don't care. The floor is my rock. The rock that is supporting my life. The life that has changed, drastically, since receiving an odd little card. An odd little card that had invited me to a ball. A ball that I should have never attended. With my mind filled to the brim with thoughts, I learn how to catch z's without a net.

When I awake, I am startled by loud pounding. At first, I think that it is the guards again, but my paranoia passes. Allowing my ears to recognize that it is heavy rain, pouring down on my roof. Shivering, I get up from my slumpy, pathetic, postion, almost falling back to the floor, but I catch myself and force my feet to walk around. With all my energy drained, I shiver. I soon find myself wandering my own house, like a stranger.

No lights are on, there is only the glow from the sky, coming in. I soon change into a dress, one like those renaissance, with the apron already sown in. Today, tonight, whatever it is, has become cleaning time. Cleaning is a good distraction for the mind and body. With no lights on my abode seemed odd, like a witch's house. My house looked as if it has cobwebs, piles of dust everywhere, giving my house the look of, "this hasn't been cleaned in over a year." Where in reality, I had just cleaned it a few days ago. I can't stand working in my dark, chilled house, so the lights flutter on immediately. Followed by my fireplace taking the damp, chilled air out, replacing it with warm, toasty, air. That is followed by my music being cranked, to the highest, blasting out the sound of rain. By the time I am finally ready to start cleaning, I realize that I am famished.

Growwwlll- Yup, I'm definitely famished, that was my stomach clearly stating that it is empty. At this, I gently put down my duster and cross into my kitchen, immediately.

My mind is craving something fancy, while my stomach will take anything,. So while I throw on some eggs and bacon, I nibble on some buttered toast. Cooking was not a good choice. It allowed my mind to wonder. This is something I want to aviod at all cost. For at the moment, all my mind can think about is the majestic, mysterious man. The look in his eyes is taunting me, while the daunting look on his face, is haunting the shadows of my mind. Disturbing really. A statue, god-like, staring into my mind. I soon get too caught up in my own mind and memories, that I forget all about my meal. The smoke from my meal, is what finally snaps me out of my daydream. I quickly turn off the stove, take the pan off the burner, and throw out the non-edible substance. I give up on the idea of cooking, and grab a sandwich.

Crossing back into my living room, I trip and fall. Normally I would get up and continue on with what I am doing, but today was different. Today I sit up into a child-like position and hum, " Rain, Rain, Go Away." When I finally decide to go back to cleaning, I go outside and sit in the rain, instead. Now and again I will sway back and forth, but mostly I just focus on the way Nature looks in the rain.

Everything seems to be weeping. The trees no longer are creating an orchestra. The crickets aren't chirping in harmony anymore, they aren't even chirping. The sky looks depressed and disappointed, causing it to weep very large teardrops. The teardrops then fall and caress the gorgeous flowers. Each tear looks like a diamond that has landed perfectly on flower, exactly where it is supposed to be. Making my garden a glorious scene to stop and stare at.

Sopping wet, I stand to turn inside, when a single red rose falls from my roof, untouched by Nature's tears.