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I woke up to a dark ceiling.
Of course it being 5 in the morning, dawn was just rising and the sun was soon going to stretch over the sky once again on this somewhat miserable day. But I didn't wake up to the sun. Noises of thick raindrops slamming against my window awakened me instead, and at the sound I released a heavy sigh. Another rainy day, in June.
When you're living in Florida, you're bound to be met with random thunderstorms sweeping through spring and creeping into summer. Since summer break started, I've been locked away into the pitiful abyss of my room for days. Just like how I always wanted it to be. The outside world was beautiful, but the sight of human interaction nearly frightened me.
It's not that I have an irrational phobia of humans— that's odd. I'm just uncomfortable with small talk, that is what seems to be clouding my everyday existence before summer break started. Even my therapist suggested that I'd "go outside" and pick up some conversations with people, although I'd rather dig myself into a dark hole and wrap my arms around myself and sob uncontrollably. So instead, I take isolated walks around, and tell them that I've had conversations while in reality, I enjoy my placid solitude.
My large brown eyes dart across the room, only to be met with a dim light from the window. Even my window was covered with a brown curtain (aka my carpet) that left a sliver of light. So my room was almost completely pitch black.
I release a sigh and lift myself from my bed. I look around and managed to find my switch which revealed a pig-sty of my room. Mountains of clean clothes cuddle up in my closet, piles of old, useless homework were tossed somewhere by my desk and many other things seemed to be scattered carelessly across my room.
I stared at the chaos at which was my room and walked tiredly to my closet. Instead of being a productive human being, I shove the pile to my left for room and look up. A dingy mustard-tinted hoodie caught my eye and I almost felt myself smile at the sight of it.
My yellow hoodie was always my favorite necessity that I possess, for it's something people usually recognize me for wearing. I grab hoodie, and pull it right over my black spaghetti strap top. After that, I strip from my pajama shorts and replace them with (clean) black leggings. As soon as I finish, I grab my black Vans and slip them on effortlessly.
After a small hassle of grooming my messy brown hair and three minutes of brushing my teeth, I was soon out the door. By then, the severity of the rain lessened, and it was lazy drizzle that appeared. I let out a sigh of relief and stepped out of my house and took a left turn.
My eyes took a quick browse of my surroundings. Large, oak trees sprouted from the ground, accompanied by the concrete. Once I look down, my eyes fixated on each crack stamped to the ground, eyeing little bugs that crawled out the crevices. The birds and their noisy chirps ringed throughout the empty neighborhood, and sounds of cars passed by. Rain drops began to lessen much more, and all that was left was the aftermath. The smell of after rain roamed through the air and small puddles scattered across the pavement.
Soon, my lovely moment of solidarity with Mother Nature was gone. I looked up, a bit too late, and before I knew it, I was slammed to the ground, and my leggings became damp. The sight of a large being, more of a male stared down at me. He had light skin and thick moody eyebrows. His dark, kinky hair looked to be soaked by the storm that passed. The boy was attired in a black hoodie, blue jeans and white Converse, which also looked to be incredibly filthy.
His dark brown eyes took a longing gaze at my figure— slow, and almost with no sound, it felt like the world was pulled into a halt. Before I knew it, he passed right by me, mumbling curse words under his breath.
"Fucking klutz," was all I could make out.
I released an embarrassed, but relieved sigh from the brief interaction before lifting myself up. The boy was long gone by now and I just continued strolling that day.
And what seemed to be the rest of the morning, afternoon and when evening settled in, my mind still remained on the boy.
