Rain at the window
Feeding imagination
Like words on pages
❤
Sitting on her bedroom floor in a patch of afternoon sun, she closed her eyes and let her breathing be the only sound she made.
Slowly, the happy chirping and chattering of the habitat thriving in the tree outside her window started to become more distinct. She cleared her mind and just listened in silence, and the world began to speak to her from further and further away.
She could hear the television competing with the vacuum cleaner in her neighbour’s apartment, then the irregular roar of traffic on the streets blending together and shrinking to a distant, hypnotic hum. She let it fill her mind for a length of time, completely opening up to it.
Suddenly, out of the static, a crystal clear voice spoke, saying only one word. Her name.
Her eyes flew open. She was almost as surprised to find that she was still alone in the room as she was to see that night had fallen.
How much time had passed?
It was not a voice she had recognised, but the familiarity and warmth with which it formed her name made her feel… safe?
“Who are you?” she whispered, staring out of the window into the night.
The sensation of someone standing behind her rose, right before a warmth like that of a phantom embrace across her cool skin.
Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.
He was gone.
She paused at the door and turned to take one last look at the place she had called home for so many years. Though every last detail had already been packed into boxes and taken away, all she could see was everything she had finally learned to leave behind.
Hiding the tears in her eyes, she smiled and looked away.
And in that smile, for the very first time, all that he could see were the walls he had once hoped she would never need to put up, and wondered how long they had actually been there without being noticed.
There were no monsters under my bed that night. No demons keeping me awake. The shadows dancing across my ceiling were, surprisingly, only shadows. Sleep came easily to me and I welcomed it.
In fact, there were no monsters lurking in any of our rooms that night. For on that night the beasts were gathering in a cloud outside in the darkness. And in our beds, blinded by the promise of a single night’s peace, we were wrapped snugly in the calm before our most fearsome storm and rocked gently to sleep before it tore our sky in two.
None of us stirred when the air shifted restlessly and grew thick with menace, or when the changing winds grew violent in the distance. Not a sound could be heard. Not the surprised howling of the air, not the trees being torn aggressively from side to side, not the singular piercing strike of lightning that brought an end to the storm’s rage, or even the deafening thunder that filled the night and lingered in the sudden cold silence.
No, none of us witnessed the storm they brought, nor do we know how far it was from where we lay. We only know that we rose with confusion from our beds the next morning to lives that would be forever fractured, strewn in the aftermath of an act both so senseless and so calculated that it left barely a trace of what it came to take.
….. only his bed, still perfectly made….. his closet still filled with clothes…. His car parked, abandoned, in a strange part of town…. And a search that has never ended.
She closed her eyes and surrendered at last to the sky as it gently wrapped midnight around her and delicately put her back among the stars.
Let’s dance beneath the night sky, love
As the stars dedicate us a tune
The universe is yours and mine, love
Let’s celebrate by the light of the moon
My future is mapped in your eyes, love
And I won’t be low when this night is through
For only when I greet the sunrise, love
Will I believe that this dream came true
(To Alexander and Sasha on their Wedding Day)
Kathleen Jamieson 