Opposites { GreenBeads }
Oct 20, 2013 17:53:20 GMT -5
Post by Hael [prev. reasons] on Oct 20, 2013 17:53:20 GMT -5
Jayla Fox
Sunlight falls into my room, killing the drab aura and lighting up the room, as warmth comes along with it. Birds outside my window sing their morning songs, talking to each other through whistles and songs, as well as announcing the break of day. My waking eyes peak out my pristine clean window, the sight of a young couple walking down the street plays before my blue eyes. I turn away from the window and roll out of my bed, disappointment wells up within me because I did not see the birds like I do every morning. I guess they have managed to stay hidden.
After my daily routine of breakfast, showering, changing, brushing and flossing my teeth and brushing my hair, I go outside in the back to check on my animals. The garden, with different types of flowers, fruits and vegetables, is in the shadows for the moment. In the afternoon it will be in the direct sunlight. A few weeds catch my eye so I pull each and everyone one out with my bare hands and throw them into the garbage. I water the garden but the garden isn't what I'm here for. I'm waiting for my only friends, the animals.
I stand there for a while, but none come. I start to get bored and start untying and tying my shoelaces, as well as running my hands through my blonde hair. Anxiety runs through my veins. I get twitchy and pace in a circle, my steps aimless. I sigh heavily and decide to check on them later.
My legs bring to the streets near the town square. Now that it is a little later, the shops and houses bustle with activity in preparation for the day. It's the weekend so the kids aren't rushing to get to school. The thought of school runs shivers up and down my spine. Pushing the thought away, I peak through the windows of the shops to see what they'll be displaying. Each shop holds an array of beauty, each in a different way. My nose and fingers pressed against the chill glass, leaving marks telling whoever looks that I have been there. If they ever bothered trace back the marks of my finger prints. My breath gathers on the glass also and it starts to hinder me from seeing into the cake shop. I step back and wipe away all physical evidence that I have been there. On to the next one, I think somewhat sarcastically to myself and move onward.