What has my night come to?

In my anger it was so easy to walk away. Fight or flight? my feet decided for me. I just needed a moment. A moment to breathe, to find clarity, to lose the sound of her crying. 15 blocks, past an overgrown garden ,and i have only lost myself. I stop for a moment. This bridge… Blue and worn out silver rusted into the ground. I search for a sign and find one in the dirt. Bent over and Gray, the sign says “No place”. Taking a step further, it groans with the feel of my weight. I put my hand across the bars testing it some more, and pieces of gray chip off into my hand.

Kira looked around at the unfamiliar land she was in. The midnight sky above offered little light to tell where she was, the moon was covered by a blanket of clouds that refused to give her comfort. She could feel the wet grass beneath her feet that steadied her when she rose. The smell of dew from the storm that had passed mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes tainted her nose. She turned in circles and saw benches with lovers sitting close.

Lavender Cottage was new, different, but not terrible. I’d never thought that I’d end up here, surrounded by rows of Lavender flowers, the reason for its name. A million stars scattered above the night sky as I brought myself toward the door. The moon lit up the noticeable features of my new home. There were five windows in the front, three on top and two on the bottom. In the middle of the two was a door, a two panel wooden door coated in the color white to add to the calmness of the house. It made me feel at peace, like nothing could ever harm me here, like I was invincible or the god of nature. 

As I stepped inside to take in what would be the beginning of my life, I gave myself a moment to really appreciate what surrounded me. It was something almost out of a story book. The steeply pitched roof was held up by large brown pieces of wood in a triangular shape to give it the feel of an old cabin. The brick walls coated in white paint where parallel to each other inside of the living. A fireplace was placed in the middle wall making it the first thing you noticed the minute you stepped into the room. There was a nook in the wall for books, something that reminded me of mystery novel where there hidden rooms behind bookcases. I was almost tempted to push it despite knowing it wouldn’t move. 

There was a sofa and two lounge chairs that were placed in the shape of the letter C, surrounding the wooden coffee table that held flowers other than lavender. Sheer curtains were lined across the windows, allowing the moonlight to shine through and create idyllic scene. There were flowers lots of them, surrounding the area, and for the first time in my life I felt like I could breathe. I looked at the color of the walls, so white and plain reminding of a hospital or classroom, and yet it somehow had the power to put me at ease. 

I noticed how open the space was, how you could see the upstairs area without even walking up the stairs. The high ceiling allowed the space to feel more open and peaceful. As I made my way up the stairs, I took note of the view from the second floor onto the living room. It made me wonder how fun it would be to move the sofas and place beanbags on the ground and just jump. Just to feel like a kid again. 

As I walked through the hallway, I saw that there were three bedrooms and one bathroom. Each room where about the same in size and design. There was a bed in each with white metal bed frames and lace canopy’s along the top to provide a sort of elegance to the room. The window in the bedroom, like the windows in the living area, held sheer curtains to allow the light to flow through. The place might not have been much but it was home, and that was enough. 

“Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Do.Not.Fall.Asleep.”

Let me just get up. I open my eyes to the view of several pelvic and stomach areas…how lovely. I need to get up. There are too many people I feel like I’m about to faint. It’s so congested. It feels like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I’m being smushed, in between a guy that clearly was raised on a farm and has no proper etiquette as he sits with his legs wide open, and then a woman that smells as though she’s bathed in Victoria Secret perfume. Ugh I’m so naseuous. I try to put my head down and “woosah” my nerves. Inhale and exhale. That’s all I’m focusing on.

“You’ll leave soon. You’re getting off soon. Don’t worry, you can do this.”

Suddenly, my whole body jolts right into Mr. LegsWideOpen as Ms. Victoria Secrets’ elbow nudges into my stomach to stop herself from falling on top of me. I pick my head up and see faces of despair as we call come to a sudden stop.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Where the heck are we at?”