On the outside looking in.
In a white out blizzard.
I cannot see.
So I press my face as closely as I can to the window but taking care not to break it.
From what I can make out and guess from what is spared by the web of ice covering the glass, I can see the main door which opens into the living room. There is a warm comfortable glow about the room. Two big and deep cushioned recliner chairs glance at each other in front of what could be a lively cackling fire. A huge tan brown bear rug on the dark brown stained wooden floor lay between the recliners and the fire. Behind the recliners is an oval shaped table with a few chairs around it. On top of it is a black suitcase with what looks like silver or white gold tasteful but understated trimmings. A pair of thin round shaped spectacles rests overturned on top of the suitcase. Then I see a man and a woman walk into the room happily talking to each other as the walk towards the fireplace. After sitting on the recliners and chatting for a while they end up making love on the bear where they fell asleep in each other's arms.
It looks how it has always been. It is pleasant to remember what was.
But I no longer hunger for it now. So I turn away from the scene.
The web of ice quickly creeps over, freezing me out.
As I close my eyes in readiness to welcome and passionately embrace the piercing cold once more, a smile slowly creeps into the opposite edges of my lips.
In a white out blizzard.
I cannot see.
So I press my face as closely as I can to the window but taking care not to break it.
From what I can make out and guess from what is spared by the web of ice covering the glass, I can see the main door which opens into the living room. There is a warm comfortable glow about the room. Two big and deep cushioned recliner chairs glance at each other in front of what could be a lively cackling fire. A huge tan brown bear rug on the dark brown stained wooden floor lay between the recliners and the fire. Behind the recliners is an oval shaped table with a few chairs around it. On top of it is a black suitcase with what looks like silver or white gold tasteful but understated trimmings. A pair of thin round shaped spectacles rests overturned on top of the suitcase. Then I see a man and a woman walk into the room happily talking to each other as the walk towards the fireplace. After sitting on the recliners and chatting for a while they end up making love on the bear where they fell asleep in each other's arms.
It looks how it has always been. It is pleasant to remember what was.
But I no longer hunger for it now. So I turn away from the scene.
The web of ice quickly creeps over, freezing me out.
As I close my eyes in readiness to welcome and passionately embrace the piercing cold once more, a smile slowly creeps into the opposite edges of my lips.
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3 comments:
not knowing and understand why... but i felt sad after reading this post
If I were the one inside, I would hate that smile dood....
It's the same like standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself and then walk away.....inner thought of the elite.
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