Blanket Of Stars | jensoo

wall talk

An orange glow takes residence of where the moon lay mere minutes ago. I think I've been sitting here all night, I don't remember any of my thoughts.

I feel like a five year old again, running too fast and tripping over my own feet only to crash into the floor and cry out, immediately calling for my mother.

I'm trying to remember the last time I saw any of them and I can't recall.

I think I've known for a while...deep down, I knew.

It's like when you've known something about somebody for years and then they finally pluck up their courage and tell you themselves. You knew but it's so different hearing it out loud.

My thoughts sometimes deafen me.

I could use some company more often.

I have to find my family soon, the world is only so big and it doesn't look like I have a time limit.

I don't remember the day I got used to existing without my family. I don't remember when it changed from missing them almost more than I could bear to just missing them, telling myself they would be home soon.

The unmistakable sound of my front door being unlocked reaches my ears, momentarily stopping my chain of thought.

It's the new girl, I think her name is Jennie.

She cringes when the door clicks shut in a less than subtle manner, I remember how difficult it was to sneak out of the house, my mom was always a light sleeper.

I used to sleep like the dead.

They should change that phrase

I'm not dead, I'm just having a really bad dream. I think I ate cheese before bed.

The brunette walks over the lawn and if my mom was here I know she would tell her not to.

Her unabashed swagger keeps my eyes glued to her hips, so much so that I barely register that she's now sitting next to me.

She's just sitting there, she hasn't even got a cup of coffee in her hands. I don't know why she's out here.

She can't see me, that fact is painfully obvious but I know she heard me knock on her door yesterday. Maybe I just need to practise.

I clear my throat and lean towards her ear "Boo," I say, darkly.

Her hand reaches up to her ear, wiping at it again.

She's wearing glasses, I wonder what she would do if I took them off her face and put them on mine.

If I were her I'd be halfway down the street as soon as I felt them leaving my face.

My idle fingers tap against the bricks trying to resist the urge to touch her glasses.

Jennie clears her throat and I look over to her, she's looking at the space my hand is occupying.

Blue is breaking through the swirl of orange now, small white clouds scattered about the early morning sky.

I shift closer to her and hold out my hand for her to take, "Hi, I'm Jisoo."

She looks unimpressed.

Her eyes are on a 'hi' I carved into the wall when I was nine. I went through a phase of writing that word on everything. I have no idea why.

"Hello to you, too," she says.

I know she's not directly talking to me but it makes my face light up, I'm sure of it.

I bring a leg up so it's resting on the wall, twisting my body around to look at her properly, she looks like the best sight these eyes have ever seen.