My fingers, like those of an elderly woman, slowly turn the knob, Until the rushing water comes to a halt. I step into the comforts of a steamy towel. My footsteps, slow and weary, carry me across the carpeted earth like a deliquent, sneaking in from a night of mischief and rebellion. The sound of rain splashes against my window, closed... Protecting me from whatever lies behind its mirrored appearance. I let the towel fall to the floor, exposing my naked body only to the eyes I cannot see... for I am alone. Lighting flashes in my eyes as I reach... for something to bring warmth to my skin, shivering and wet. I slide beneath the thick covers of my empty bed. My arms embrace my pillow... which only slightly comforts me. I lie still, my eyes wide open, straining to see in the shadowy room. I wonder if the storm will let up soon, and as I drift off to sleep, I wonder... if I too will always travel alone. My eyes close, the storm will let up, and another day will dawn... fresh and bright. But me, I will still be alone, clutching my pillow.. in the silence of my empty room. Perhaps forever shall I remain to be as I am... Alone in the Storm.
Reason for writing:
I don't know...
Birth sign: Aries
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