Room for aiming high

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A brief moment about being torn between love and financial success.

Space.

 

She takes down the clock from the wall. Cardboard boxes piling up. Men loading them into the truck.

Aiming forward. Getting a move on for her life. Shining bright.

She pictures the chandeliers in the new living room. A new bed, worthy for a queen. A room to be filled by real ambition. Thinking about the next wall to hang up her clock. Leaving her competition behind. Also, leaving him behind.

 

She always wondered how the clock ticking would have looked like over his wooden wardrobe, if the strikes could sound evenly, not too loud but always remembered. Right there by an open window with half closed white curtains. A glass of water on a bed table, glistering as it subtly reflects the sun in a hundered colours. It should fit wonderfully. It's only a small space, since he was there too, still sleeping.

Nobody could turn away from each other anymore. She could neither unfeel his arm lying under her head nor the blow of his slow breath.
His nose could not escape the sweet scent directly coming from her neck, only separated by her soft shoulder-length hair.

She always wonders if he ever could have still seen her when being so close and maybe sometime he wondered if he should even look at her, when all he can see is her back turned against him.

 

She puts the clock into the last cardboard box. Leaving the room empty. Filled with unanswered wonders. Moving to a new space with more room and more gaps yet, if ever, to be filled.


Submitted: April 26, 2020

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