A Rainy Evening
Star's Point of View:
The howling of the wind sounds like trees screaming in agony. Their branches sway forcefully as their trunks contort under its pressure. Cloudless and grey is this evening. I can hear the kitchen shutters opening and closing and with it comes the cold drops of rain carried by the breeze. I am in the living room sitting on the couch underneath some fuzzy warm blankets with a cup of tea in my hands to warm my body from the harsh cold winds. The power went out hours ago and the house is dark. Only the light of one candle shines from the end table by the couch in the living room. I gaze at the kitchen window and silently curse myself from forgetting to close the window and lock the shutters. In a way, the howls of the wind make me feel at ease and the crashing of the rain is like a soothing symphony.
It is strange how much comfort I find in the darkness and yet, I can not recall when I did not find comfort from such things. However, I know that if I stare at the rain hitting my kitchen countertops all night, that there will be some serious water damage and I do not have the money to deal with that. Reluctantly, I set my cup of tea down, free myself from the blankets and walk towards the kitchen. The tiles are cold beneath my bare feet and my thin nightgown makes me shiver from the incoming breeze. Quickly, I head towards the window above the kitchen sink, lock the shutters and then close the window. Water drips from my nightgown and onto the floor.
“Just great. Now I am soaking wet,” I say with sarcasm that can only be directed towards myself. “Ugh, why do I do this to myself?” I ask with an exasperated sigh. I leave the kitchen, go down the hallway and into my bedroom. “There’s no way that I am sleeping in this,” I think aloud.
Turning to my closet, I pick out a new pair of pajamas to wear to bed. Living alone, I don't much care for appearances when at home. So, my pajamas are nothing more than a pair of shorts and a light tank top. When wearing clothes I prefer to wear stuff on the lighter side. It’s quiet, living in my small house all alone, but I rather enjoy the silence. Attending classes, working night shifts, it’s only natural for me to drink up the quiet alone time that I get while I am at home. As I settle into bed, I wonder to myself if my life will always be this way.