A Love Felt From Another Perspective, A Mouse!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
To feel a sense of love as it had existed then throw it into a blender commonly not used today. This story writen in a new perspective; reincarnated from the eyes of a mouse yet I strived to keep a true link to the human experience.

Submitted: August 06, 2013

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Early one morning, the sun bounced off the porcine white kitchen tile.  The sunlight somehow found me hidden as I slept away.  It was when the light had awoken me.  As I opened my eyes, I started to scratch softly behind my left ear and flipped over.  My tail uncurled out from beneath me as I exhaled; an intense sense of relief as it was balled up in knots.  It was a new day but where was I?  My eyes wondered about.  I had seen a narrow opening in which the light traveled, which had pulled me from the comfort of sleep.  I did not thrive in the surrounding darkness.  In my excitement, I ran with a slight jiggle as my fur brushed against the floor.  I had not freaked out by this as I knew then I had changed, well at least changed from my previous form.  I very much liked who I was but this was way cooler!  I slowed down my speed and pace on my approach of the opening.  I stuck out my head to see two large shadows before me.  The shadows movements were random and moved out of sync.  Several moments passed then I heard a loud slam erupted in my elongated ears.  The whole time, I heard no actual voices but now, I noticed only one shadow that remained in my view. How odd to see but I felt safe at this point.  I decided it was time; I had taken off full speed while I let out a loud squeak.  I had slid across the kitchen floor tile.  In my slip and slid, with a horrific force, I smacked dead into the footer of a far kitchen cabinet.  After the impact, I had bounced off the footer and landed several inches back into a seated position as I shook my head back and forth. My squeaks of pain blurted out, “What just happened?”  Then the single shadow seen from afar became a clear figure and stood towering above me.  I had no longer squeaked with excitement but instead sat quietly in dismay.  My head pounded from the unexpected crash.  My next thought, how my damn tail had gotten caught up under me.  As to recover myself; I held my tiny feet firmly against my head, “Could this possibly get any worse?”  It had, as glanced upwards at a titanic shadow from above.  From the seated position, I forced backward lost all sense in my legs and thrust forwards onto four feet than creped in towards the figure.  With each step, he moved away but only a short distance.He paused and turned slowly as he reached out with his right hand.  He gripped a biscuit colored handle of an object.  The handle attached to what I had known so well as a refrigerator.  I was sure he had seen me exposed; I was out in the open, on the floor.  As he pulled at the door handle, a loud suction sound released.  The sound traveled throughout the kitchen bouncing off everything it touched.  The sound forced my little feet to cover my ears while I ducked quickly from the cool air that rushed out from the refrigerator door being opened.  The air chilled me like the Alaska winter.  The winter winds whipped about endlessly on a beaten up landscape.  I kept my head tucked down.  I held in cover until the coolness did not hurt me anymore and the sound calmed.  In the midst a wild smell aroused and swelled all around me.  I had perked up so lady like with my whiskers quivered and my tongue fell effortlessly from my mouth.  I lifted up my head and there he was as he was right before me, no place for me to hide now.  I no longer saw him as a shadow that towered over as he was not that high above me anymore.  He was curious about me than he knelt down to be face to face with me.  I drew back in my tongue with sweet embarrassment, to gain a sense of composure.  As I had taken in a breath as if to speak with him but remembered I am not the same as he and did not have the ability.  A sudden hit of frustration I had felt deep in my heart; it went beyond not being able to speak but in my thoughts that he knows nothing of me.  My mind raced thinking, what do I do?  As I watched, his hand moved from where it had been hidden.  My assumption of will I become a terrible tragedy had begun an attack on me.  His hand had whisked around his side as I lay still on the floor tile, I thought no, no, this is not good.  Was I to regret coming out of my safe place and as I showed myself.  In the stillness, there again no sound had come from him but somehow the smell he carried with him had enticed me.  The smell became ever so strong.  I held my stance because what he held in the hand, it was to feed me an innocent sense of pleasure.  My eyes glossed over.  I had lost even more control over my whiskers.  His hand placed before me with this so called offering.  I was elated even though I had noticed hand positioned slightly awkward.  I could not but help think it was okay in my own way.  I raised my head and saw him as he kindly had smiled at me.  He had spoken in words.  I had shaken my head confused, I could not understand him.  Yet in an unfamiliar way, his words heard weaved a warm comforter wrapped around me and I wanted more.  To a mouse, as I am now, there I sat effortlessly.  My mouth watered from the salty but sweet aroma of cheese that rested in the palm of his hand.  The perfectly sliced square, what a spectacular sight and smell, however, to a human it is just another consumable good.  A human could purchase with money.  To me, it is so much more; a gift with an unlimited value.  The image was glamorous and radiated shades in various tones of yellow.  The color yellow spoke to me in my prior time of living and know to humans depicts an existence or presence of happiness.  I had known happiness and knew that is what sat before me cupped in his hand.  I started to shake not from the cold air but from the feeling I felt.  More thoughts flared about within my mind could this be bait or is this really real?  I kept moving in closer towards him.  I knew I was different then he so fought back my thoughts with the idea of could this not be real?  I had come within millimeters away from almost touching his hand.  The sweetness of the silence crashed as I heard a grinding metal sound.  The sound hit me from behind and knocked me over as I turned around.  I saw the silver round doorknob on the back door as it twisted around.  Just as the light drew me it, now the light became a lost friend when the sound got louder as it was my alarm.  No time to waste, I took off and raced in panic.  I truly experienced being scared.  I did not want to harm anyone as I do not have harm within me.  I fled back and went into hiding and found shelter.  I saw the second shadow as it had re-appeared.  The close encounter I had was of a man.  A man I met only seconds before I had stood upright.  Something changed in thought, I remember now so vividly as it was him.  The one I had known when I existed in my other form.  As the back door opened the once cradled piece of cheese he flung off to the side far from out of his palm; I cringed from his action.He stood with a lifelessness so early still; a blank stare covered his face.  It was then I saw he was in the presence of the second shadow.  How his face showed that nothing had ever happened.  With such a sight absorbed in my eyes, I pulled back and lowered my head and turned the other way.  Should I stay or should I go? 


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