I am awake, but the house hums with the quiet sound of sleep. I peer out the window at the grey sky hovering over the carbon lake, searching for glints of blue along the horizon. I should enjoy this moment of solitude, absorb it all, and drink it in, yet I can't help but to feel lonely, though I know I'm not alone. I feel isolated in a crowd, and invisible on stage.
A whimper breaks the icy calm of the room, and I quickly crawl down the hall and peek my head over the edge of the mattress.
"Momma!
As I scoop her up in my arms, her head nuzzles into my neck and her tiny fingers knead my back like a baker. I gaze out the window and see the streaks of cobalt; today will be better. She is the sunshine that starts my day.
2 comments:
Awww! I absolutely loved this! I really liked some of the words you used: cobalt and carbon lake. And I liked the metaphor invisible on a stage. I actually haven't heard that one before. Really pretty.
Beautiful!
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