After the rain
A knock on the door startled me, as i stumbled to get something decent on.
“Missy, are you awake?”
It was Millie the chamber maid. She probably thought that I had overslept.
As a million thoughts passed through my mind, a third harsh knock resounded through the room before I answered a yes.
She burst through the door smiling and bowed,
“Good morning miss, did you have a pleasant night?”
I nodded as she got up from the floor to brush my hair and help me with the buttons on my dress.
Finally wearing on a white lace dress with a coat ,
I was prepared to leave for the streets regardless of whatever weather it was going to be out there.
As Millie tidied the room and bed, she sang a song of love and hope to lighten my feelings. I had told her that i was intending to head out to the streets the previous evening and she probably felt that i was upset with the rain.
The real reason I was upset was the fact that i was losing time in finding that mysterious girl.
Something within me was pinpointing that she was very important and that somehow, i had to find her to get any answers to my confusion.
Out of the blue, Millie gasped as she rushed to the windows. Following right behind her, sunbeams soon fell on my face as my companion opened the windows wide.
A smile began to form on my lips and we watched the skies lighten up.
“I guess i won’t be needing my umbrella.”
I laughed while telling Millie that i would be heading out now.
It was indeed going to be a beautiful day.
When i first saw her eyes
Its a gloomy Monday where the first sounds i hear are of raindrops pit-ter-pattering onto my bedroom windows.
Taking up my pocket watch, i realized it was merely six thirty-five in the morning.
With a groan, i shifted through the blanket covers, trying to find a way back to dreamland. Failing to do so after multiple twist and turns, my feet stepped onto the tiled floor daintily. The cold seeped through my toes as i tumbled through the daily routine.
With a sigh i opened the broad windows, to find myself staring at the Victorian styled streets where ladies in petticoats and gentlemen with their walking cane and bowler hats hurried through the streets. Some gave curt nods as greetings and a couple hugged each other tighter as they shared an umbrella.
In less than a minute, what was once a slight drizzle turned into a downpour, as if a pitcher was pouring water from the very skies itself.
Shutting the windows slightly, my eyes bored into townsfolk as they wandered quickly away into their warm homes or into the nearby stores to hide out from the rain.
Quick as a starling darting towards a worm , my sharp eyes caught sight of a little girl standing in the midst of the storm. She didn’t hide under an umbrella, she didn’t run like the adults but the thing that had made me notice her immediately were her familiar dusty brown eyes.
Them eyes that were staring directly at my windows and right through my soul.
And of course, the fact that she was alone in the street.
I turned away, unaware of what to do in that situation but after a moment’s thought, i turned back to find that she had disappeared from the now deserted streets.
Who was she and why was she always looking at me?
(Source: orionfalls, via katiedoesntknow)
(Source: orionfalls, via katiedoesntknow)
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