She drank in the silence to counteract the deafening crescendo that threatened to engulf her from within. This kind of thick silence that shrouded her like a wintery blanket. She drew the curtain and looked at the night sky devoid of even the slightest of moonlight. With an exasperated sigh, she laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes.
Often, when she couldn't sleep, she would run wild in one of her enthralling imagination. But this time she thought of a memory...
The flaring sun melted into the sky and through narrowed eyes, a seven-year-old watched as each wave kissed the shore gently. The child's little sister, who sat beside her, was intently collecting shells. How many did you collect, the child asked.
Not enough, replied her sister.
Are you kids having fun?
She looked up to find her mother smiling. Her mother had the most beautiful chestnut hair she had seen and the kindest face she knew.
There are the three most beautiful girls I know. Shall we build a sand castle now?
Her sister looked up at their father. She had silver hair like him.
I am done collecting shells for the day. Let's build the castle.
With that, the four began that best part of the trip to the beach.
The warmth of the memory vanished leaving an iciness inside her. She felt the eerie touch of hollowness opening the most unhealed wounds. Gloom breathed down her neck reminding that it will stay as long as she is breathing. She tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, and when she finally felt she was seeping into oblivion, she hoped that she would never wake up again.
Often, when she couldn't sleep, she would run wild in one of her enthralling imagination. But this time she thought of a memory...
The flaring sun melted into the sky and through narrowed eyes, a seven-year-old watched as each wave kissed the shore gently. The child's little sister, who sat beside her, was intently collecting shells. How many did you collect, the child asked.
Not enough, replied her sister.
Are you kids having fun?
She looked up to find her mother smiling. Her mother had the most beautiful chestnut hair she had seen and the kindest face she knew.
There are the three most beautiful girls I know. Shall we build a sand castle now?
Her sister looked up at their father. She had silver hair like him.
I am done collecting shells for the day. Let's build the castle.
With that, the four began that best part of the trip to the beach.
The warmth of the memory vanished leaving an iciness inside her. She felt the eerie touch of hollowness opening the most unhealed wounds. Gloom breathed down her neck reminding that it will stay as long as she is breathing. She tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, and when she finally felt she was seeping into oblivion, she hoped that she would never wake up again.
