Distant Chill

It was cold today. Perhaps it was that cold front that brought upon today's feeling of sadness and depression. Perhaps not. However, I can't deny that feeling of a cold, empty hole within me. Yeah, so I'm a tad dramatic, but there's this eerie chill in the air. So, when such a day comes into play, my emotional state comes up with writing filled with despair, such as the following:

She waited on the couch, wrapped up in a blue fleece blanket, staring at the white wall in the dark with nothing but a nightlight that barely lit the kitchen as her only source of light. Waiting for a sign, or a call, or a text. She waited for her IM to tell her that he was ready to talk. She waited for something that told her that he still thought about her.

But there was nothing. In the dark calm, she heard her heart beating and nothing else. It was loud; it was wanting, and needing to hear his voice. She had tried many times to contact him, but he was nowhere to be found. A deep breath; a deep sigh and she shuffled under the blanket, curling up against the cushioned back of the sofa.

In the dark was where she hoped to see and hear him. Those few moments they spoke and spent countless hours together were spent in the dark. They shared the cold comfort of a distant embrace. They expressed many words to calm their hearts and soothe their minds. The day would come, they both knew, but he knew before she did. Now, all she could do was wait. And she missed him.

She missed him with violent anger and with saddened remorse. She missed him with an empty heart and a mind full of memories, dreams, and desires. There were no tears for him or words of hatred. There was only the silent pain that ran through her blood. Each time her heart pumped that venom through her veins, she shifted under her blue comfort.

Shift.

Her eyes glanced at the clock.

Shift.

She rested her head against the sofa.

Shift.

Her fingers clawed at the black micro-suede material.

All she could do was wait. Perhaps this was his goodbye. Or perhaps he didn’t need her anymore. However, she simply waited and she knew she would wait forever. He had changed her life and she wasn’t going to let that go. Especially on this cold, dark night, where the frigid house embraced her, keeping her secrets, and watching her weep silently and without any tears worth wasting.

Along with the writing, we have today's picture. Have you seen me? Within the frame you'll notice a few items. Take the picture as you will. I'm just here to deliver today's random cookie.