• It was the sixth of December, hardly a day to be gallivanting in shorts and a t-shirt, but I found my reasons. The wind hardly touched me as I felt like I was floating among the cotton-puff clouds. Songs of love filled my brain as I realized I was falling hard into the sky and there was no catching me. Peeks of bursting pink swelled in my heart and melted my brain into a mush filled with melodies of only him.

    Why?

    How?

    Because he spoke with me, and I will never see ground again.




    I was graced today with the shelf that was once on my wall, on my floor and glass littering the hardwood, like shards of ice. The sound it's self was equivalent to someone breaking into your house and throwing pots and pans against the inside of your head.

    Imagine, two in the morning and a shelf falls from your "perfectly" stuck-in thumb tacks (Laziness is an epidemic,I think I have the worst case in the world.) I guess little plastic,cheaply-made pieces of hardware aren't made to hold 30 lbs of vases and glass dishes, but they sure do come in pretty colors.

    So here I stand now, the broom clutched in my hand, as I try to blink away the grogginess and my dream of monsters crashing into the house through the pan drawer. The glass seemed to protest little bits and pieces deciding to hold into the groves of the wood.

    I growl, "Damn- dirty..." I am swearing as if that will making them jump into the metal dust pan, on the contrary it seems to make them more stubborn and they sink deeper.

    "I hate you."

    After a few minutes of this, I give up and start downstairs. Seemingly I am one of those people that when awoken sleep is a light year away. The warm glow of the dimmed hallway light greets me when I touch down at the bottom of the white carpets stairs. I sigh, what is there to do at, Looking around I search for the clock...anything.

    "2:45am...ugh-" Reaching up, I run my fingers through my dark brunette hair, feeling the all too pleasing silkiness, at least one thing might go right.

    The kitchen had the familiar cold as I touched my bare feet on the intricate blue and white tile. I shiver in response as the feeling creeped up the back of my legs, lingering on my spine.

    "Stupid." I grumbled as I forced my fingers through my hair again, why was I even in hair anyway. Looking up to the lights which were still off I sigh even louder, I just want to go back to sleep.