11:35 PM
It is a Sunday night and I am up way too late. My house has a hush atmosphere and the only sound i can hear is my mother praying with her husband rooms over. Tomorrow will most likely be hell, like every other Monday has been since high school began. I stare into my computer screen, not really focusing on anything but the flashing curser begining the blank Word document in front of me. My eyes dart down to the bottom right hand corner.
11:36 PM
I glance out my family room window that faces towards Harrison Avenue. Snowflakes float from the sky towards the dull grass and dead leaves, moment by moment eating away at the ground. Although the sky has been gray for days and no color appears on the leaves nor in the water nor on the sidewalk, I am not ready for the snow. My attention is shifted to the corner street lamp where the flakes huddle around, drawn to the light as if tiny gnats. I wish to believe in the nasty little critters for a once instead of the bitter snowflakes they really are.
I can't believe it is snowing.
The streets I used to wander at late hours such as now, seem suddenly eerie and uninviting. As I see the new landscape, I feel hollow and dead, like a log rotting in the forest. My decay process will begin soon. Each snowflake is a sure sign my end is near. I have existed for sixteen winters, and understand what the snow brings. The dusty clouds move above, grumbling and knocking one another around. Big bullies.
11:42 PM
I tip-toe to my room and slip between chill sheets. It has begun to snow, yet i am still warm inside myself. I remember You, like i do every other night. Maybe this winter will be different.
It is a Sunday night and I am up way too late. My house has a hush atmosphere and the only sound i can hear is my mother praying with her husband rooms over. Tomorrow will most likely be hell, like every other Monday has been since high school began. I stare into my computer screen, not really focusing on anything but the flashing curser begining the blank Word document in front of me. My eyes dart down to the bottom right hand corner.
11:36 PM
I glance out my family room window that faces towards Harrison Avenue. Snowflakes float from the sky towards the dull grass and dead leaves, moment by moment eating away at the ground. Although the sky has been gray for days and no color appears on the leaves nor in the water nor on the sidewalk, I am not ready for the snow. My attention is shifted to the corner street lamp where the flakes huddle around, drawn to the light as if tiny gnats. I wish to believe in the nasty little critters for a once instead of the bitter snowflakes they really are.
I can't believe it is snowing.
The streets I used to wander at late hours such as now, seem suddenly eerie and uninviting. As I see the new landscape, I feel hollow and dead, like a log rotting in the forest. My decay process will begin soon. Each snowflake is a sure sign my end is near. I have existed for sixteen winters, and understand what the snow brings. The dusty clouds move above, grumbling and knocking one another around. Big bullies.
11:42 PM
I tip-toe to my room and slip between chill sheets. It has begun to snow, yet i am still warm inside myself. I remember You, like i do every other night. Maybe this winter will be different.
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