as i lay waiting for the world

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


As I lay waiting for the world

 

Today has been long filled with nothing but sadness. I lay waiting for the day to end. I close my eyes and take a deep breath all I hear is the sound of the rain against the window. It is not a storm out there but you can hear each raindrop as it impacts against the window. I sit up and look out there. The world around me is dark no stars in the sky. The only visible light you see is the one outside my house at the lamp post. I finally make my move to the open window and peer outside. The scent of the rain overtakes my brain. My mind calms and I close my eye leaning against my open window. Suddenly the urge of failure of losing my job today washed away and as my wife walked out on me. I feel at peace. My body tingles and my mouth curve up into a smile. I feel tears rolling down my cheek but I am smiling. I have waited for the world to roll around and around each year I have been at my job. My life was not what I wanted it to be. The only time I was looking forward to something was the rainy season. It reminded me of my childhood as my mother and I were walking home one day and begged my mother to just go into a park and jump in the puddles. That was one of my last memories of my mother. She died not long afterward. Sadly I was too young to remember much about her. Soon after my mother's death, my father started drinking heavily. He wasn't the same loving father anymore. The alcohol has changed him. I remember that day clearly when my father grabbed my ankle in my sleep and pulled me off my bed. As I peered up into his eyes I felt terrified. The man I saw was a scary, piercing anger gaze shooting out of his eyes. He shouted, " It is all your fault." I did not understand what he meant till years later. The way my mother died was because of me. If that day we would have just gone home instead my mother wouldn't have fallen ill. She got sick after we went into the park and she couldn't recover. She was admitted to the hospital but nothing any doctor could do to help her. It has been over two decades since she died. I still like those rainy days I feel so close to my mother whenever it rains just like when we played in the park. I lay back down listening to the sound of the rain. I let my mind go forgettin about reality.


Submitted: March 26, 2021

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