Aesthetic short stories

rain drops on roses

Howling wind mimics the sound of a wolf from outside. Blowing and sweeping away all that is in it's path. Crushing tree's with the leaves flying away into the darkness.

I lay in a bundle of blankets desperately trying to ignore the storm going on outside. Hugging my sides tightly, like my life depended on it. Storm's always spook me out, even when i was a kid.

The rain pouring down so aggressively with the sound of the wind eerily whispering everything it touches.

I focus on the sounds inside my room, to try to calm my nerves. The blubs from my fish tank, my hamster running on her wheel, Mr. Waffles (my cat) purring on her heated bed. Soft noises like that help. Grounds me into reality that everything is ok and the walls of my room are not slowly melting of black. I strain out a shaky breath and try to do my breathing exercise. In and out, nice and slow no pressure if i fail, it's just breathing.

The candle flames flicker a bright hue of orange, wafting a lovely scent of apples and cinnamon into the air. The particular scent always calms me down. Rain is still pouring down but i now hear it as a background noise. Im ok.

The next day was a bright and sunny color. Sun poured in through the floral curtains on my window casting little flower shadows onto the floor. Mr. Waffles jumping onto the bed to greet me with a purr, and whining for breakfast. I push the blankets off of me, memories of last night Still vague in my head.

I give Mr. Waffles his special canned food, which is really just tuna with some sort of gross smelling sauce.

I go to make some coffee and i just happen to glance outside through the sliding glass door. My vision was entranced by the sparkling droplets of water on the weeds, the way the sun was shining down onto them. Looked like golden dots splattered by angles themselves.

Ignoring my taste for coffee i stepped outside and into the wet grass. A cool rush of air hugs my body instantly and the sun greets me warmly. Blue sky full of white clouds is painted up above. I can hear the tweets of song birds whistling a tune from within the trees.

And just over by the table, a green vine wrapped around the leg of a chair. Little blooms of roses were sprouting. Spring has finally came.