Every Morning
Every morning when I wake up, I look at the curtains that conceal my window. If I pull them back, what will I see? Will it be rays of sunshine? Or blasts of electricity and dangerous winds? Will it be a joyous neighborhood? Or will there be no sign of life?
But every morning, I choose to keep the curtains closed.
Every morning, I fantasize about how it would feel to have those rays shine onto my skin. I fantasize about how it would feel to see so many happy people. I imagine what it would be like to be happy like them.
Every morning, I wonder what the trees outside would look like. What color would they be? Will they be spring trees: a loving pink and white? Or possibly summer trees: vivid with vegetation? Or maybe autumn trees: warm like fire? Or perhaps winter trees: glowing with snow?
But every morning, I leave that to only be a wonder.
Every morning, I listen for any signs that maybe this could be the day. That this could be the day that I pull back the curtains. That this could be the day that there will be sunshine.
Every morning, I listen for the chirp of the birds, for the giggles of children, or the yips and barks of puppies.
Every morning, I wake up, hoping to see a glimpse of hope shining between the curtains.
But every morning, the mystery is left unsolved.
Lizzy • Feb 1, 2022 at 12:48 pm
So mysterious :O
Muni • Jan 28, 2022 at 11:59 am
Wow! I love it. Can’t wait for more
Lyric Schowalter • Jan 28, 2022 at 7:27 pm
Hi Muni!
I just posted some more creative writing, titled “Demons”. Check it out of you would like!
Thank you for your feedback! 🙂