Time

♪ I need to be alone. - girl in red

The air conditioner softy rattles. I harshly jump up at the sound of it. My breathing is uneven and my heart is beating fast. I know I had a nightmare, another one. Like always. I wake up to my small closed-in room. It's dark. The only place where light can come from is the half-opened window, but it's blocked by a tall spruce tree from outside. I calm down my breathing. I stand up from my messy twin sized bed. It hides away from the door. The Door that exposes me to the outside world. I take two steps to the tall tower of the thin brown box. I grab a big olive sweater and grey fading jeans that hurt around the ankles. I change quickly. I try not to notice the small mirror on the right of The Door. I grab my square-ish black framed glasses, that are always on the stool in the corner. I take a breath. I'm in the middle of my room. My bare feet lay on my grandmother's small rug. It's the only soft thing in this house. I take my final breath of still air. I step towards The Door and open it.

"Good morning," My dad says as he walks past me to wake up my younger sister. It's not a good morning, I've always wondered why people say that? My father has glasses similar to mine, but that's the only thing we have in common. He has short, neat, black hair while I have long, messy brown. He is smart, strong, and tall. I am not. I go to the restroom. I feel sick. I look up at the thing on the wall. Sad eyes look back. Then they look away.

I end up beating my sister out of the house. The sun isn't awake yet. Only, the street lights are. They have always been too far apart. I walk down the uneven driveway. Then cross the street without looking, and walk past thirteen houses. At last I get to the 'bus stop'. Standing there alone, I wait.

A song plays far away, I can't tell which direction it's coming from. I look up and meet the eye of a fading shadow of a cloud. I scream. And then the shadow drifts away. Not alone though, it leaves with the cloud. Side-by-Side. I grab at the air but it escapes. My hands clasp around my neck. Scratching and clawing. I fall to my knees. My head hurts. My chest is tight. It gets tighter. I scream. But this time I can't. My hands fall into the puddle in front of me. I look at the sleeping houses. I twist and turn. Looking for it. I look back up, but can only find a clear waking sky. I wonder if my breathing has faded away with the song.♪♪Cause Everyday, feels the same.... .. . . .