I was washing my dinner dishes that night, or well, dish. I had made some spaghetti with tomato sauce since it was the easiest thing to do, not to mention, one of my favorite dishes and that was, now, what I was to wash off my plate. The sound of the rain was louder than the water faucet, and the banging of the heavy raindrops on my curtain-less kitchen window had me uneasy as well as the sudden illuminations of the alley that separated my apartment building from the next with the flash of the lightning. The weather man was not joking when he said “severe thunderstorm”; he had meant that severe part. The only thing I could see from my kitchen window was my reflection as well as the reflection of the kitchen behind me and a dim blur of light that was coming from the building across the tiny alley. The thunder was very loud, it made me remember about my aunt, who had once told me that there was a way to estimate how far a lightning bolt had struck; she would tell me to watch the window and whenever I saw lightning, I’d have to start to count slowly until the roar of the thunder could be heard.
“How much did you count up to?” she would say.
“Seven”
“The lightning struck seven kilometers away from here” I didn’t really know if this was an actual “way of estimation” but every time there was a thunderstorm, I’d count from the flash of light until the thunder was heard. During this particular night, I counted up not no more than five every time I saw lightning. I couldn’t help but think that, if my aunt’s method was correct, even in the slightest, lightning had been striking quite a few buildings… or people…
After washing my lonely dish, I directed myself to bed. There was something very cozy about my new apartment that just made me want to lay in my bed all day. And I am quite sure it was the size, so small and perfect for one person to live in. At the same time, though, it felt too empty; not exactly due to the lack of furniture, no. It was because I was indeed alone. Not only in the apartment, but in the city and the country. I knew no one yet. My classes wouldn’t start until the week after, which gave me sometime to tour the city or something of that sort.
“I should get a pet,” I thought out loud as I turned the TV in front of my bed on. Before I could distinguish anything from the TV screen, a quick flash of lightning brightened my room but it was followed by complete darkness and a loud thunder.
“Great,” I said, “I’ll just go to bed.”
I pressed the “off” button on my TV, in case the lights came back on, then I wouldn’t have to get up and turn it off, whenever that could be. I lied on my side, looking out the window in my room. The rain just didn’t seem to have gotten any better. The window in my room had an unobstructed view; no other tall buildings, just the view of the great city and it’s red tile roofs. But in this case, the only thing to see was lightning and rain, a lot of rain.
Slowly, I fell asleep, but the constant flashes in my window kept waking me up. Whenever I was woken up, I would keep my eyes closed and turn my body to the opposite side of where I was, ignoring all noises and lights. The night had gotten just colder and colder every time I woke up.
“Is this the great flood or something?” I thought when I woke up to get a sweater at 2 A.M according to my alarm clock. The bright red numbers were the only thing I could see until another bolt of lightning brightened the room. I closed my eyes quickly and waited a few seconds to get up. I walked towards my small couch were I had left my sweater, still with my eyes closed, and quickly put it on. On my way back to the bed, I hit my shin with one of the legs of my bed.
“Ow!” I grunted as I opened my eyes. Once again, the room was pitch black, the only thing that I could see was the brilliant red numbers in my alarm clock. I leaned forward as I moved my arms around trying to find the bed. I was aided by the white light that suddenly entered my room from my window. At the same time my hands touched my bed, my eye caught something in the window, a dark silhouette. I looked up quickly to see what it was, but the window was dark again. I couldn’t distinguish anything from my bed so I got up again and walked towards the window, wondering what it could have been. I would have to wait for another lightning bolt to illuminate the sky to be able to see anything clearly.
“Do I want to know what it was? If there was anything there, of course,” I thought. “Maybe I’m just tired, I mean, it is 2 A.M. and I just woke up…”
A sense of fear and curiosity took over me. I wondered why the lightning was taking so long after it had been flashing all night without letting me sleep when, finally, my window was illuminated with a quick flash. A small and wet cat was sitting on my windowsill, its deep green eyes had stared right into mine. I jumped almost immediately but both my curiosity and my fear had been satisfied. I now knew that there was a poor kitten, probably wanting somewhere dry to sleep after this intense rain. I took a second to think if I should open my window to let the cat in; whatever I was thinking about was erased completely off my mind when another flash illuminated the cat’s face once again. I, then, realized I had to open that window.
“Just for tonight, okay?” I said to my fellow wet guest as I opened my window. The cat ran into my room as soon as the window opening was big enough for it to fit in.
Friday, August 28, 2009
No title
I was washing my dinner dishes that night, or well, dish. I had made some spaghetti with tomato sauce since it was the easiest thing to do, not to mention, one of my favorite dishes and that was, now, what I was to wash off my plate. The sound of the rain was louder than the water faucet, and the banging of the heavy raindrops on my curtain-less kitchen window had me uneasy as well as the sudden illuminations of the alley that separated my apartment building from the next with the flash of the lightning. The weather man was not joking when he said “severe thunderstorm”; he had meant that severe part. The only thing I could see from my kitchen window was my reflection as well as the reflection of the kitchen behind me and a dim blur of light that was coming from the building across the tiny alley. The thunder was very loud, it made me remember about my aunt, who had once told me that there was a way to estimate how far a lightning bolt had struck; she would tell me to watch the window and whenever I saw lightning, I’d have to start to count slowly until the roar of the thunder could be heard.
“How much did you count up to?” she would say.
“Seven”
“The lightning struck seven kilometers away from here” I didn’t really know if this was an actual “way of estimation” but every time there was a thunderstorm, I’d count from the flash of light until the thunder was heard. During this particular night, I counted up not no more than five every time I saw lightning. I couldn’t help but think that, if my aunt’s method was correct, even in the slightest, lightning had been striking quite a few buildings… or people…
After washing my lonely dish, I directed myself to bed. There was something very cozy about my new apartment that just made me want to lay in my bed all day. And I am quite sure it was the size, so small and perfect for one person to live in. At the same time, though, it felt too empty; not exactly due to the lack of furniture, no. It was because I was indeed alone. Not only in the apartment, but in the city and the country. I knew no one yet. My classes wouldn’t start until the week after, which gave me sometime to tour the city or something of that sort.
“I should get a pet,” I thought out loud as I turned the TV in front of my bed on. Before I could distinguish anything from the TV screen, a quick flash of lightning brightened my room but it was followed by complete darkness and a loud thunder.
“Great,” I said, “I’ll just go to bed.”
I pressed the “off” button on my TV, in case the lights came back on, then I wouldn’t have to get up and turn it off, whenever that could be. I lied on my side, looking out the window in my room. The rain just didn’t seem to have gotten any better. The window in my room had an unobstructed view; no other tall buildings, just the view of the great city and it’s red tile roofs. But in this case, the only thing to see was lightning and rain, a lot of rain.
Slowly, I fell asleep, but the constant flashes in my window kept waking me up. Whenever I was woken up, I would keep my eyes closed and turn my body to the opposite side of where I was, ignoring all noises and lights. The night had gotten just colder and colder every time I woke up.
“Is this the great flood or something?” I thought when I woke up to get a sweater at 2 A.M according to my alarm clock. The bright red numbers were the only thing I could see until another bolt of lightning brightened the room. I closed my eyes quickly and waited a few seconds to get up. I walked towards my small couch were I had left my sweater, still with my eyes closed, and quickly put it on. On my way back to the bed, I hit my shin with one of the legs of my bed.
“Ow!” I grunted as I opened my eyes. Once again, the room was pitch black, the only thing that I could see was the brilliant red numbers in my alarm clock. I leaned forward as I moved my arms around trying to find the bed. I was aided by the white light that suddenly entered my room from my window. At the same time my hands touched my bed, my eye caught something in the window, a dark silhouette. I looked up quickly to see what it was, but the window was dark again. I couldn’t distinguish anything from my bed so I got up again and walked towards the window, wondering what it could have been. I would have to wait for another lightning bolt to illuminate the sky to be able to see anything clearly.
“Do I want to know what it was? If there was anything there, of course,” I thought. “Maybe I’m just tired, I mean, it is 2 A.M. and I just woke up…”
A sense of fear and curiosity took over me. I wondered why the lightning was taking so long after it had been flashing all night without letting me sleep when, finally, my window was illuminated with a quick flash. A small and wet cat was sitting on my windowsill, its deep green eyes had stared right into mine. I jumped almost immediately but both my curiosity and my fear had been satisfied. I now knew that there was a poor kitten, probably wanting somewhere dry to sleep after this intense rain. I took a second to think if I should open my window to let the cat in; whatever I was thinking about was erased completely off my mind when another flash illuminated the cat’s face once again. I, then, realized I had to open that window.
“Just for tonight, okay?” I said to my fellow wet guest as I opened my window. The cat ran into my room as soon as the window opening was big enough for it to fit in.
“How much did you count up to?” she would say.
“Seven”
“The lightning struck seven kilometers away from here” I didn’t really know if this was an actual “way of estimation” but every time there was a thunderstorm, I’d count from the flash of light until the thunder was heard. During this particular night, I counted up not no more than five every time I saw lightning. I couldn’t help but think that, if my aunt’s method was correct, even in the slightest, lightning had been striking quite a few buildings… or people…
After washing my lonely dish, I directed myself to bed. There was something very cozy about my new apartment that just made me want to lay in my bed all day. And I am quite sure it was the size, so small and perfect for one person to live in. At the same time, though, it felt too empty; not exactly due to the lack of furniture, no. It was because I was indeed alone. Not only in the apartment, but in the city and the country. I knew no one yet. My classes wouldn’t start until the week after, which gave me sometime to tour the city or something of that sort.
“I should get a pet,” I thought out loud as I turned the TV in front of my bed on. Before I could distinguish anything from the TV screen, a quick flash of lightning brightened my room but it was followed by complete darkness and a loud thunder.
“Great,” I said, “I’ll just go to bed.”
I pressed the “off” button on my TV, in case the lights came back on, then I wouldn’t have to get up and turn it off, whenever that could be. I lied on my side, looking out the window in my room. The rain just didn’t seem to have gotten any better. The window in my room had an unobstructed view; no other tall buildings, just the view of the great city and it’s red tile roofs. But in this case, the only thing to see was lightning and rain, a lot of rain.
Slowly, I fell asleep, but the constant flashes in my window kept waking me up. Whenever I was woken up, I would keep my eyes closed and turn my body to the opposite side of where I was, ignoring all noises and lights. The night had gotten just colder and colder every time I woke up.
“Is this the great flood or something?” I thought when I woke up to get a sweater at 2 A.M according to my alarm clock. The bright red numbers were the only thing I could see until another bolt of lightning brightened the room. I closed my eyes quickly and waited a few seconds to get up. I walked towards my small couch were I had left my sweater, still with my eyes closed, and quickly put it on. On my way back to the bed, I hit my shin with one of the legs of my bed.
“Ow!” I grunted as I opened my eyes. Once again, the room was pitch black, the only thing that I could see was the brilliant red numbers in my alarm clock. I leaned forward as I moved my arms around trying to find the bed. I was aided by the white light that suddenly entered my room from my window. At the same time my hands touched my bed, my eye caught something in the window, a dark silhouette. I looked up quickly to see what it was, but the window was dark again. I couldn’t distinguish anything from my bed so I got up again and walked towards the window, wondering what it could have been. I would have to wait for another lightning bolt to illuminate the sky to be able to see anything clearly.
“Do I want to know what it was? If there was anything there, of course,” I thought. “Maybe I’m just tired, I mean, it is 2 A.M. and I just woke up…”
A sense of fear and curiosity took over me. I wondered why the lightning was taking so long after it had been flashing all night without letting me sleep when, finally, my window was illuminated with a quick flash. A small and wet cat was sitting on my windowsill, its deep green eyes had stared right into mine. I jumped almost immediately but both my curiosity and my fear had been satisfied. I now knew that there was a poor kitten, probably wanting somewhere dry to sleep after this intense rain. I took a second to think if I should open my window to let the cat in; whatever I was thinking about was erased completely off my mind when another flash illuminated the cat’s face once again. I, then, realized I had to open that window.
“Just for tonight, okay?” I said to my fellow wet guest as I opened my window. The cat ran into my room as soon as the window opening was big enough for it to fit in.
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