Bits Before: One of those writings that just needed to be written, but has no specific direction.
Midnight Ruminations
She woke up. Midnight. Nothing seemed to
stir her, but her eyes wouldn't close. Everything felt silent. Quiet. Too
quiet. Too much.
She got out of bed, descending the stairs,
quiet like a breath of air. Outside, she wanted to get outside.
No one seems to be awake, not even the dog.
She took her jacket, and got out of the house. Barefoot.
The suburbs look utterly different at
night, enclosed in white moonlight, enveloped in black darkness. The grounds
shining with dew, giving an almost magical feel. The air, as cold as an
autumn's evening, blew through her hair.
She took a step forward, onto the dewy
ground. Moving slowly, then quickly, then slowly. Taking a step... Then two...
Then three and four and five and six.
She reached her treehouse, high up in the
lone tree of the backyard. Raised her hand, touched the woody texture of the
plank.
She climbed.
Most obviously it was empty. But, unlike
her room, it didn't have a lonely feeling. Instead she felt all at ease there.
And that ease made her decide.
This is where she'll sleep for the night.
- Early 2011 (?)
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