Dissolve
By chasing.parked.cars.
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It’s gleaming.. No, more of a glistening, to put it rather bluntly. I push aside the blinds like they were shattered expectations, and to my dampened eyes, saw what is to be known as lightening, rather dreary and frightening. I recalled that I had gently slipped my cat out the screen door, when the thunderous boom shattered my ear drums and brought to my attention that he awaits for me, outside the window, pawing at the screen cover.
I opened it up like I would a jar of jelly, and drenched in rain water, he sulked his slinky body in like a mysterious man creeping into a crooked old house. The inner walls of the room seemed to be closing in on me and the cat, with their solemn faces growing more sickening by the moment, and their eyebrows curved at just the right angle to send shivers down your pathetic spine. And there it was upon us again, the loud boom, and unpleasant thoughts began accumulating in the closet of the very fabric of my mind.
And it was in this, that I founded the flood to make today all the more lovely, for I have never seen a sight so peculiar, unto mine eyes so perceptible, at such a graceful momentous occasion, for the occasion was that there was none at all. I was enlightened by the very idea of it. The dogs were howling in the other room, as if calling out to the moon that no longer remains existent, but is quite the contrary. It was brought to my attention that all is still well, the others I’m confided with were still in a groggy state, if not, already lost to the battle, overcome by overdue, most deserved, sleep.
We all needed it, though I rarely succumb to it. I wore my stress atop my cranium, and my heart on my sleeve, while I still bear my cat in my arms, his tongue pokes out of his soft lips, his nose dry, and his legs dangle ever so graciously, because he has lost to drowsiness as well. I set him down, without him uttering a single word, and I set my bare feet on the carpet, swinging the blankets over my head, hitting the wall my bed almost leans against.
I stepped past the couch using my brittle knees to slide past to the door, and I creaked it open, peering over the side, and escaped the cold, dry, air, which is my bedroom. I noticed the soothing sound of the water fountain caressing my very thought process, for I contemplated too much the time of day. I was invisible to the air in which I was engulfed. I became familiar with my surroundings in which were already made memorable long ago, but I do suppose it is just a nice feeling to feel renewed, a sense of rejuvenation.
I combined the like terms of consciousness and alert, in the fact that everyone else in the house was fast asleep, so as I waltzed over to the kitchen, I felt a sense of enlightenment in the fact that I was sneaky. That very same moment is when my mother exited her room, in a groggy state, unlike mine where I was more aware, which is good, because then I wouldn’t have to make the slightest effort to make myself known.
We conversed further of the stormy weather outside, which was sort of putting a dreary, yet exciting, taste to the morning. It felt rather dreamy indeed, to stand inside, and be able to hear the pitter-patter that surrounded myself. All was calm, though the dogs were wide awake and tussling on the ground, them persistently letting out small honking noises through their snouts, their rather small nozzles, for they are only five months old, approximately.
My sister comes bursting through the door, rather drenched in her black coat. She was wearing rather casual clothing and had her hair in a mess, for she was still in the process of getting ready for work. So we warmly welcomed her inside and she jumped into the conversation with us as she talked about her experience with the beginning of the rather loud thunder, explaining to us how she literally shot out of bed screaming bloody murder.
Rather comedic, if I do say so myself. Then, we took the dogs outside and we all stood out in the rain for a little bit, as for me, barefoot. If there is one moral found in this morning, it is that I truly enjoy storms …
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