The moon wasn't quite neatly out yet but with a thick woollen scarf, hand loomed lace sweater, a pair of boots and itchy gloves, I was. Strutting down the lane that went past my house I breathe out puffs of smoke like I was a live volcano about to explode. Mother always told me to protect myself from the cold, I wondered why? Not like I would get abducted if I got too exposed but rather I'd catch a cold and get extra care at home! But as always, mother knows best.
It wasn't windy, it wasn't snowing but it was still so cold like snow and wind spawned a mighty wrath upon all sons and daughters of Adam and Eve. "Hail 'o' mighty wrath for you shall not be matched". As I walked under the streetlights, I felt warm never more homely than I could muffle out here in the wild.
Under the widespread light of the streetlights, I could see the little dew, or 'to be dew' drops sinking earthwards from the high heavens. They were like wee little seeds of happiness, love, empathy and heartfelt forgiveness that were showered upon this cursed land like drizzle.
A small sapling growing out of the mud caught my eye. I collapsed onto the ground to take a closer look. The sapling had two leaves sticking out either sides. Staring at the sapling, I was distracted by a small dew drop that drooled itself down one leaf. It's watery remains dazzled like glitter on the leaf. The other leaf was quite dry.
I blew a puff of smoke out again. This time it was so dense that I completely lost visual on the sapling. As the smoke cleared out again, I bedazzled myself back onto gazing at the sapling. There was a sudden dissatisfaction. There seemed to be a certain change in the looks of the plant. It seemed like a second ago the watery leaf was on the right while the dry was on the left! I rubbed my eyes and looked closer. I'm sure I saw it right! I stood up, looked left, looked right, looked down upon the little newborn and looked straight down the remaining lane. It seemed rather more lit up compared to the last time I saw it. The math says that daybreak was near. Really, how long did I spend gazing at that sapling? Besides, I don't feel drowsy one bit! Can't betroth the fact that I am still upright without sleeping at night. I start walking back home, thinking that mother would be raging in fumes. Father is probably worried sick, and equally mad at me for not coming back on time. I experience a queer unwillingness to go home but some things are to be respected regardless of one's will. My heart beats faster with every step that I put forward.
I'm here. I undo the latch on my front gate and walk in. Self talk creeps my spine. I knock on the door. Not once but twice in a row, as if I was eager to get in. No, I wasn't. Nobody answers the door. I knock harder, this time eager to get in, and also more curious to why the knock wasn't answered earlier. No answer still. I grab the door knob and twist it, I push at the door to open it wide. I thought to myself that the door wouldn't open because it would be locked from inside, but to my greatest surprise, the door defied the safety laws and stripped itself to give way to inside the house. I was astounded! Why on earth is this open? I call out to my parents as I dash inside to rest this anxiety. They don't answer. They don't answer. I run upstairs, my eyes raining, my voice aching, my heart seizing. "Mamma, Papa!", I call. What is wrong with them? Answer me! ANSWER ME!!
My heart stops. I stop. For a moment I feel thoughtless. Hopeless. Insecure. My mind is filled with illness. My thoughts are sore. I am angry, I am depressed, I am curious, I am scared. I am a bag of mixed emotions. Shivers run down my spine. My teeth slam each other and clatter. I growl out cries. My eyes look everywhere. They are wet and they are swollen. My fingers are cold and my face is pale. My head feels like a million ton rock. I am not thinking anything. My mind is free of in-comprehensive gibberish. My body feels light but my heart is heavy. Every tear that drips down the side of my pink cheeks carries a thought away from my mind. I collapse. I watch the ceiling fade as my eyes close like one closes the shutters of a window. And then, everything is quiet, everything is peaceful, everything is black.
The streetlight flickers. I blink twice. There are flies around the bulb. The flies swarm around their bulb like children swarm around for candies. I sit up. It's nearly day. I can see the twilight peeking out from behind the screeching skyscrapers. A hand shoots out at my face. "Lost, are we?", says a shadowy figure to me. The darkness slowly clears out and the face starts clearing in. "Jolene!", I say out of joy. "You are an unpredictable lady! Did you realise you were sleeping on the ground? Clearly, hiding behind a streetlight can't help you not get caught but I guess you are a miracle! We took all night to find you, find you sleeping by a streetlight. Somebody found this game boring! Come on, let's get back to the camp!", says Jolene. She helps me up and I get on my strong twos and walk the way with pride of an event that I had no idea of. And then I think of home. And then the dream. Fear creeps in again. I get to the camp and call home pronto. The call is answered. "Hello?", I say, with fear and curiosity and anxiety.
"Hello dear! How is camp??"
It wasn't windy, it wasn't snowing but it was still so cold like snow and wind spawned a mighty wrath upon all sons and daughters of Adam and Eve. "Hail 'o' mighty wrath for you shall not be matched". As I walked under the streetlights, I felt warm never more homely than I could muffle out here in the wild.
Under the widespread light of the streetlights, I could see the little dew, or 'to be dew' drops sinking earthwards from the high heavens. They were like wee little seeds of happiness, love, empathy and heartfelt forgiveness that were showered upon this cursed land like drizzle.
A small sapling growing out of the mud caught my eye. I collapsed onto the ground to take a closer look. The sapling had two leaves sticking out either sides. Staring at the sapling, I was distracted by a small dew drop that drooled itself down one leaf. It's watery remains dazzled like glitter on the leaf. The other leaf was quite dry.
I blew a puff of smoke out again. This time it was so dense that I completely lost visual on the sapling. As the smoke cleared out again, I bedazzled myself back onto gazing at the sapling. There was a sudden dissatisfaction. There seemed to be a certain change in the looks of the plant. It seemed like a second ago the watery leaf was on the right while the dry was on the left! I rubbed my eyes and looked closer. I'm sure I saw it right! I stood up, looked left, looked right, looked down upon the little newborn and looked straight down the remaining lane. It seemed rather more lit up compared to the last time I saw it. The math says that daybreak was near. Really, how long did I spend gazing at that sapling? Besides, I don't feel drowsy one bit! Can't betroth the fact that I am still upright without sleeping at night. I start walking back home, thinking that mother would be raging in fumes. Father is probably worried sick, and equally mad at me for not coming back on time. I experience a queer unwillingness to go home but some things are to be respected regardless of one's will. My heart beats faster with every step that I put forward.
I'm here. I undo the latch on my front gate and walk in. Self talk creeps my spine. I knock on the door. Not once but twice in a row, as if I was eager to get in. No, I wasn't. Nobody answers the door. I knock harder, this time eager to get in, and also more curious to why the knock wasn't answered earlier. No answer still. I grab the door knob and twist it, I push at the door to open it wide. I thought to myself that the door wouldn't open because it would be locked from inside, but to my greatest surprise, the door defied the safety laws and stripped itself to give way to inside the house. I was astounded! Why on earth is this open? I call out to my parents as I dash inside to rest this anxiety. They don't answer. They don't answer. I run upstairs, my eyes raining, my voice aching, my heart seizing. "Mamma, Papa!", I call. What is wrong with them? Answer me! ANSWER ME!!
My heart stops. I stop. For a moment I feel thoughtless. Hopeless. Insecure. My mind is filled with illness. My thoughts are sore. I am angry, I am depressed, I am curious, I am scared. I am a bag of mixed emotions. Shivers run down my spine. My teeth slam each other and clatter. I growl out cries. My eyes look everywhere. They are wet and they are swollen. My fingers are cold and my face is pale. My head feels like a million ton rock. I am not thinking anything. My mind is free of in-comprehensive gibberish. My body feels light but my heart is heavy. Every tear that drips down the side of my pink cheeks carries a thought away from my mind. I collapse. I watch the ceiling fade as my eyes close like one closes the shutters of a window. And then, everything is quiet, everything is peaceful, everything is black.
The streetlight flickers. I blink twice. There are flies around the bulb. The flies swarm around their bulb like children swarm around for candies. I sit up. It's nearly day. I can see the twilight peeking out from behind the screeching skyscrapers. A hand shoots out at my face. "Lost, are we?", says a shadowy figure to me. The darkness slowly clears out and the face starts clearing in. "Jolene!", I say out of joy. "You are an unpredictable lady! Did you realise you were sleeping on the ground? Clearly, hiding behind a streetlight can't help you not get caught but I guess you are a miracle! We took all night to find you, find you sleeping by a streetlight. Somebody found this game boring! Come on, let's get back to the camp!", says Jolene. She helps me up and I get on my strong twos and walk the way with pride of an event that I had no idea of. And then I think of home. And then the dream. Fear creeps in again. I get to the camp and call home pronto. The call is answered. "Hello?", I say, with fear and curiosity and anxiety.
"Hello dear! How is camp??"
