The imposing dark green pines swayed to and fro in the bloodthirsty wind as I stood gazing out my large picture window in a sort of trance. I watched the seemingly never ending storm wreak its havoc, as I had been for the past twelve hours; I couldn’t get enough of the darkness.
He had gone his way a few hours earlier, hopping on a jet plane eastbound for Pennsylvania. Why the airports even began to contemplate letting any kind of vehicle out to travel is beyond any fabrication of my mind.
What started off as a gentle spring breeze, just blowing through the trees simply tickling them, became a murderous tornado ripping through everything in its way.
I had bid him my farewell at the airport that afternoon, letting him go for the years his future so urgently begged him for. I had departed only after giving him my promise. I folded a crumpled small piece of plan white paper into his shaky hands. “To the end of the world.”
Being worrisome wasn’t always in my nature. I don’t know when I began to over think everything, to blow everything out of proportion, but I do; that’s who I am now.
As soon as he boarded his flight and was out of my sight, the anguish began.
Something didn’t feel right. I, thinking it was just my overactive imagination, ignored the uneasy feeling.
Returning home, I fell on my old, navy blue, fluffy couch. A puff of dust floated out. “Sleep won’t be coming easy tonight,” I muttered to the nothingness around me. I decided to curl up with my favorite pink crocheted blanket and watch my favorite melodrama on T.V. I picked up the remote and hit the power button.
Nothing. Nothing but a loud blur of black and white nothingness, not unlike my life as of late.
And then my phone blared, buzzing against the redwood of my coffee table.
...To be Continued...
<33*angie
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