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Alone.

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I look out from my bedroom window.

Clouds float high in the blue sky. The color is brilliant- no other blue like it.

The silver water stretches on forever. No limit. No end. No way out from my island. It is perfectly calm. No waves at all. Fish rise up from the ocean bottom and poke their colorful bodies above the surface. I feel like they are staring at me. Watching me. Wondering what I will do next. I know, but they don’t.

I smile and move from my place at the window. I’m eager to get outside.

I open the door from my bedroom. Walk down the stairs into the second…and only…room. My kitchen. No one wishes me a good morning. I’m all alone; I don’t know anyone else. But that’s okay. I have the beautiful ocean. The magnificent sky. The colorful fish. Myself.

My little home takes up nearly the whole island. There is only a foot from my door to the water. Only a foot on each side. Only a foot from the back. It takes me less then a minute to walk the whole way around.

I sit on my little step that leads down from the front door. I stick my feet into the sand. Wiggle my toes. Feel the beach run through the spaces in between them.

Somewhere, I hear a bird chirp. My only music. After that everything is quiet. No sound whatsoever. I don’t mind.
I stand up and walk over to the Atlantic. Ask myself questions. How did I end up here? Is this the only place on earth? Was I born here? Do I have a mother? Do I have a father? Do I have another house, somewhere else, on dry land?

Am I the only person left?

My stomach rumbles. I’m hungry. I walk back to my house. Open the cupboard. Take out an apple. Somehow, food never runs out. I never need to find more. I don’t know what would happen if one day I found my cupboard bare. I know that would never happen. Best not to think about such things.

I bite into the fruit. Taste the sweet juice that fills my mouth. A little runs down my chin. I wipe it away. Take another bite. And another.

Soon I’m done. I go back outside to play my little game.

I dance across the sand. My green dress follows my movements. It brushes my ankles. The wind starts to blow. My dress flies up. I spin in circles. The skirt copies me and makes a complete sphere. Billows out around me. I laugh.

Unexpectedly the wind stops. I stop dancing. I notice a few grey clouds move across the sky. Hear a low rumble. Rain.

I feel a small raindrop hit my face. It rolls down my cheek. I pick up the edges of my dress. Walk quickly back to my home. Go up to my room.

I look out the open window that I cannot shut. The rain is falling gradually now. Hitting the ocean water. Making a special noise. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

I sigh. Lay down on my bed. Pull the single flower patterned sheet over my head.

I am alone.
Just a story I wrote.

This picture inspired me... you should check it out. Best before you read, but after is okay too.

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