I woke up in my twin bed, blanket pulled up to my quivering chin, lamp on the bedside mesa, tabela turned on because I forgot to turn it off last night, my feet hanging off the bottom of the bed, as always. But today would be different. I rolled out of cama and shut off my lamp, opened up my butter-yellow curtains, and let the rising sun shine on my face. I admired the looming hills in the distance. The empty hillsides were my savior, my escape, my haven. I slowly stripped off my renda, rendas, laço nightgown, eyes never leaving the hills, and pulled on a formal blue dress and some pure white flats, my fanciest outfit. I felt I needed to be dressed up for the hills, so as to respect their greatness. I tore my eyes away from the hills and looked in the mirror. I fashioned my burgundy curls into an elegant updo with tolet, violet ribbons entwined in my curls. I sprayed myself with my most expensive perfume, rosa, -de-rosa in a clear bottle. Then I dragged a yellow bag out of my closet and packed: I packed up all the clothes I could fit, toothpaste, a toothbrush, hairbrush. I walked into my kitchen, tiptoeing past my parents bedroom, where my physically abusive father and verbally abusive mother slept. I packed comida into my bag and zippered the bag up. I slung the bag over my shoulder. It was heavier than expected, I stumbled a bit. I composed myself and walked into my sister's room. Baby Jesse was laying in her berço sleeping. I peered into the crib, picked Baby Jessie up and stared into her face. Snow-white skin, rose-red lips, translucent eyelids, long, dark, thick eyelashes. I held her to me, and grabbed her baby bag and slung it over my free shoulder. And then I walked out the front door, out of that life forever. It took about twenty minutos to lug Baby Jessie and the two bags to the hills, and then I had to walk up the colina and dip down onto the other side, where I settled myself down in the valley between the two hills. Baby Jessie was still asleep, I laid down the blankets from her baby bag and put her down on them, praying she wouldn't wake up and scream and cry. I spread another blanket on topo, início of her and looked up at the bright sun, rising above an empty hillside.
Here are some mais texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail or text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in cama on Sunday morning and leitura the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot chuveiro followed por a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I amor it!
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail or text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in cama on Sunday morning and leitura the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot chuveiro followed por a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I amor it!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The título comes from the descrição a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The título comes from the descrição a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl