Sleepwalking my way through life: Waking realisations

Waking realisations


I looked out the window at the street outside, “It’s so light out.” I said quietly.

“Yeah, it’s practically day.” Elisabeth replied, stretching out on the couch. She had been there for most of the night, staying awake as I was. I reached a hand out and opened the window, letting in a cold and refreshing draft.

“I miss the night.” She murmurs.

“I welcome the morning, and all the false promises it brings.”

“Why are you being so formal?” she asked. I could feel her eyes on my back.

“A fresh day with fresh thoughts and fresh actions,” I say, ignoring her while I run my hand in and out of the cold air.

“And daisies.” She added.

“This day has never occurred before in the history of time.”

“And it will never occur again.” She was mocking my tone, but I was too tired to care.

“But this day shall never occur for us. It is merely and extension of yesterday.” I was staring into space again.

“Ah, the nostalgia!” she exclaims.

“No, the lonliness.”

“Not for me.”

I turn round and smile at her, “Then it really is lonely isn’t it?”

She giggled and mumbled, “My god, how emo are you?”

I laughed and threw a pillow at her, the cold of the morning already forgotten.
« Home | Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »
| Next »


At 6:15 am, Anonymous Elisabeth Ice Cream said...

I still think that you are on the verge of emoness. And that pillow hurt, ye pirate! (anyway, hugs)


Post a Comment