my usual morning

life is us, us humans, it represents us in our shining moments and us at our lowest point in life, that's life. We rely on life, it represents our true selves, without it we can't be ourselves,if life is no more then we are dead, no longer always here. Death. When we are born we are destined to die, everyone dies eventually. There's life then death, the only thing that changes is that our hearts no longer beat, we are gone. Our hearts allow us to do so many things, it lets us love and breathe and when we are eternally gone that part of us has been ripped out with no warning. Time. How we remember things we do and how we organise our lives. Time was an issue when it started, when things fell apart.

The clouds smothered the sun ridden sky. It was winter, and yet again freezing. There's something so peaceful about the cold that makes me feel so giddy and all warm inside, how ironic. Feathered snow flakes were slowly trickling out of the fluffy cotton balls, decorating this tiny town. I stood at my bedroom window, thankful for the scene before me. The trees were dancing in the gusty wind and blanket of pre white heaven. So peaceful, what they say really is true a picture is worth a thousand words. I dragged my jelly legs towards the door, my exit and only key to some short lived freedom. I crept down the creaky stairs one at a time, grabbed my ironed school clothes quickly squirming into them, pulled on my steel toe caps and coat and headed towards the gloomy door that always seemed to loom over me.

Reviews

[Misery]

Marvelous. I like these two paragraphs. I could feel the cold and hear the stairs and understand your trepidation as you approached the door. Very clear and compelling imagery, Heather.

[Heather]

thank you! the story will progress dramatically when i get around to it! i think you will enjoy it!! :)