The Song Book Collection

When I Look to the Sky

A/N: For a while now, I have been thinking of creating a collection of short, TBBT fictions that are based on songs that I like, affect my mood, or I find meaningful. Last night, I remembered a particular song that reminded of a dear friend that I met through this fandom. This is my first entry to what I will now call, "The Song Book Collection." Without further ado, this one goes out to my friend, Michelle.

Song: When I Look to the Sky

Performed by: Train

When it rains it pours and opens doors

And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry

And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love

That have to say goodbye

And as I float along this ocean

I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go

'Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me

And you make everything alright

And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me

And I can always find my way when you are here

And every word I didn't say that caught up in some busy day

And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn't dance before

And every sunset that we'll miss I'll wrap them all up in a kiss

And pick you up in all of this when I sail away

Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead

Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly

But with you I can spread my wings

To see me over everything that life may send me

When I am hoping it won't pass me by

And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me

There you are to show me

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It was less than a week, before Christmas and the air was getting colder and colder in Pasadena. Today is Saturday and Sheldon was set to wake up in 10 minutes to go through his routine of eating oatmeal and watching Dr Who. This morning, however, he woke up earlier than necessary. It's that time of the year again. For almost thirty years now, around the third week of December, he's always struggled to face things that he normally goes through, daily. There was a small gap in his window that allowed the cool air to come in. He felt it on his cheek and he automatically drew the covers over his head. He didn't want to get up today, but the alternative was staying in bed. When he stays in bed, people tend to check on him and he didn't want that. If anything, he wanted to be alone right now. If there was one person, whose company he wants to be in right now, that would be Amy. He extended one of his arms out of the blanket and waited for the alarm to go off. When it did, he pounded on it with a little too much force that the clock fell off his night stand. Grunting under the covers, he sat up and looked down on the floor where his alarm clock landed. He sighed and allowed his head to hit the pillows again. He stared at the ceiling for a while until his phone buzzed, signaling a new message. He picked it up and opened the good morning message from Amy. This made him feel lighter.