Nara locked the door behind her and leaned back. She had made it through another day. The apartment was dark and she remembered she
had meant to stop by the store on the way home. There were a few eggs in a carton in the back of the frig; thankfully
she hadn't gotten around to making banana bread yesterday. There was still a few slices of sandwich
bread left too. Guess she was scrounging
for dinner. She really didn't feel like
making much of anything anyway.
Flipping on the kitchen light, she grabbed a pan from
underneath the counter and shuffled over to the frig. Better get started before she lost the nerve. It was getting late. Dinner, and then she could go to bed.
Things had slowed down at work, the project she had been
working on was drawing near to an end. She looked forward to the pause in life, but also dreaded it. It was true, she had been working hard and
was exhausted, so yes, she could use a break. But it also meant time for reflection on life. She hated reflecting on what was not, but
what she wished was, on what was, but what she wished was different. It would bring an emptiness that would leave her
mourning the sleep that would not come as she lay awake at night.
She turned the knob until it clicked off and took the plate
over to the patio door, staring out into the black field as she slide to the
floor. There weren't any glimmers of
light in the sky tonight. The eyes of
sky were hidden.
Nara stared blankly out, finally stirring to
check the time. She couldn't bring
herself to go to bed yet. Pulling on a
light jacket from off a kitchen chair, she let herself out and walked towards
the empty field. The eyes of the sky
were hidden tonight. They were hidden, but
she could feel their sorrow. The eyes of
the sky were hidden, and the falling tears became her own.
