This was my spot. I found it by accident and wasn’t sharing its location with anyone. I’d come here if I wanted to be alone. If the noise of the house was getting to me. If I needed to think. To get away. Tonight I needed this place for all those reasons.
I spread my blanket down on the roof, removed the stilettos from my aching feet and lay down, not caring that I would probably ruin my dress in the process. I had 2 hours before the dance and I needed every second of it to pull myself together.
I stared up at the stars, arms stretched back behind my head. I don't know how long I lay there, still and quiet in the dark, my thoughts racing through my head. Far below me, the pre-gaming had begun, evidenced by the blasting music and the potent mix of perfume, alcohol and smoke wafting up to the roof.
My date would be here soon. John was a nice enough guy. After the drama of my last boyfriend, he was a logical choice. They were polar opposites, with John representing a desperately needed change. But there was something missing. And that something was what really brought me to the roof that night.
Footsteps interrupted my thoughts, startling me back to reality. I didn't need to turn around to investigate who intruded upon my solitude. I knew exactly who had escaped to my roof. Rolling onto my side, I gratefully accepted the red plastic cup from his hands. While I chugged its contents, Eric lay next to me quietly on the blanket, idly rubbing my leg.
I didn't have to say "It should be us." He was thinking it too.
I lay in his arms, head resting in its favorite place on his shoulder while his fingers wound their way through my curls. When we were together like this, the rest of the world ceased to exist. And in those perfect moments, I could stop searching because I had finally found what I'd always been looking for.
Ric and I only had those stolen moments. Our time on the rooftop was far too brief before we had to climb the stairs back down to the house, back to our separate realities.
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This week's Theme Thursday theme was "stretch." And, yes, it was a bit of a stretch working that one into this story :)
I spread my blanket down on the roof, removed the stilettos from my aching feet and lay down, not caring that I would probably ruin my dress in the process. I had 2 hours before the dance and I needed every second of it to pull myself together.
I stared up at the stars, arms stretched back behind my head. I don't know how long I lay there, still and quiet in the dark, my thoughts racing through my head. Far below me, the pre-gaming had begun, evidenced by the blasting music and the potent mix of perfume, alcohol and smoke wafting up to the roof.
My date would be here soon. John was a nice enough guy. After the drama of my last boyfriend, he was a logical choice. They were polar opposites, with John representing a desperately needed change. But there was something missing. And that something was what really brought me to the roof that night.
Footsteps interrupted my thoughts, startling me back to reality. I didn't need to turn around to investigate who intruded upon my solitude. I knew exactly who had escaped to my roof. Rolling onto my side, I gratefully accepted the red plastic cup from his hands. While I chugged its contents, Eric lay next to me quietly on the blanket, idly rubbing my leg.
I didn't have to say "It should be us." He was thinking it too.
I lay in his arms, head resting in its favorite place on his shoulder while his fingers wound their way through my curls. When we were together like this, the rest of the world ceased to exist. And in those perfect moments, I could stop searching because I had finally found what I'd always been looking for.
Ric and I only had those stolen moments. Our time on the rooftop was far too brief before we had to climb the stairs back down to the house, back to our separate realities.
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This week's Theme Thursday theme was "stretch." And, yes, it was a bit of a stretch working that one into this story :)
9 comments:
Sounds like she needs to make up her mind.
oh...took many cooks in the kitchen...smiles. nice write jaime...
Oh, wow... I've not been here in a while.
When I got to "stilettos," a light bulb turned on. ;)
That's the spot!
Stretch entered only briefly in my post,lol. I thought that it was reveal week, so I tried to combine the two. Happy TT
Nice write!
i'm going to have a hard time falling asleep tonight after this one... i love your writing lady! maybe because i can relate. and yes, i'm not capitalizing on purpose... my stupid tab key frustrates me so it's easier not to push it=)
there...
vegas??
Rooftops are a great place for perspectives to come into focus. Nice TT.
Yes your spot!
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