Memories

Memories: Chapter 9

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 I watched the sun arise once more over the beautiful horizon. The dark had disappeared and I had set the thought in my mind of how the amazing the cycle that was played out there really was. One goes down bring down its empire of glorious awe-striking amazement with it, and then the other comes up, rising with its own beauty of subjectivity.

I had long dismissed irrational thought that someone else could be hiding in my room. I supposed at one point I had fallen asleep but not for long; once my eyes had reopened the same vision of outside depicted before me as it had before they’d closed.

The sun basked in blue bliss, its blazing yellow-orange seeming to be brighter on its pale background.

The breezed blew differently now; not a nocturnal howl, but a monotonous whistle. A quiet one at that. The water flowed differently now; it was rushing rapidly, creating sloshing noises and splashing everywhere, its stealth was gone. It was uncontrollable and reckless unlike how it had been last night; cool, calm, collected, steady, a steady ripple flowing with grace.

The trees moved differently; they didn’t quiet sway with the same rhythm or posture. The branches were either too stiff or too tight or slumped in a lazy motion, drooping lower and lower. The leaves seemed to not care whether they were attached or not, and in their fall, they were spinning everywhere, you could just almost here their cry of despair as they fell to their doom. No like last night though. Last night, they had drifted with an appraising style, swaying to the left, then moving to the right, once softly swiveling, but then flowing back to the left with such delicate movements.

Last night, all the them had done things so curvaceously but now, they seemed to just not care. There was no thought in what they did. They just did it. Not because of instinct though — because they just didn’t care. They didn’t have any better judgment.

Things were different at night. Things were better at night.

Or maybe it was just me who thought so because it was a lot easier to hide then.

I know that there isn’t any real reason how the death of the ones I love could possibly be my fault. I still feel the greatest of guilt known to humankind — I’m not going to say “mankind” because well, um, I’m a woman, duh.

I rolled my eyes at myself.

Way to ruin a moment there, Aemilia.

I put the book back on the shelf, and got up from where I was. Right now, it was 5:00 exactly, so I decided to have my breakfast seeing that I was awake enough and my shower could wait a bit longer. I trudge yet jogged down the stairs, with a rhythm and time, but still in a lazy motion. Honestly, the things I did were so oxymoronic.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t understand a bit of why I had to be to work by 6:00.

It’s Starbucks. A coffee shop. Who the heck would get off their butt at six in the morning to come drive all the way to Starbucks — wherever the nearest one may be, which could very well be an hour drive away like, well what do you know me — and get coffee? They can make it at home. No one really comes in until like 7:30 anyways!

But no. This was Derik. This was Mr. Let’s-Wake-You-Guys-Up-Early-For-No-Apparent-Reason-At-Some-Cheap-Up-Coffee-Store. Insert evil laugh here.