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She felt as if everything trapped her; the walls of her room, the structure of the house, the neighborhood, the county, the state. She felt ensnared in her situation, but wasn’t sure why. Everything around her agitated her spirit; the car passing by on the road, the silence after its passing, the ticking of the clock going slower, then faster, and then back to slow. Her nerves and emotions were a Gordian Knot and she didn’t know where to tug the string so it could unravel. So tensely she kept every thought inside, not knowing when, where, or how to share the complexities that plagued her everyday as she floated through life and everynight when she lay in bed. Everything felt confining, right down to her clothes, even her skin. And time, oh dear Father Time, constrained her the most. No matter that time seemed to vary from slow to fast to slow again, it always continued in that bloody circle, 12 to 12 to 12 again.
She sat awake in bed, half-staring out the window, half-escaping into her own world. She glanced at the clock; 11:28 pm. Still kind of early, or at least it seemed so. She recalled a few hours earlier when she was just leaving the house of a friend. It was 9 pm and a comfortable 60 degrees outside as she stepped out the door and heard the comments of 2 friends walking by.
“Wow, it’s so nice outside today!”
“I know; this is, like, the perfect night!”
She looked up at the sky and saw a cloudy black with no hint of a twinkle or a glow. As she walked home she observed the streets around her, lined by harsh orange lights and various stores. Cars zoomed past on the asphalt and the sirens from cop cars filled the night air. No, this was not the perfect night. It slightly amused her, this former suburb reaching to be a city, but it also saddened her, and of course, it agitated her. Snapping back to the present, she stared out into the darkness, lit only by a single obnoxious orange light connected to an apartment complex. No, this is far from the perfect night. Her vision began to blur and alter as her mind took over her senses.
She felt her bare feet touching the cool ground as short shoots of grass tickled her toes. The taller shoots brushed against her ankles as she walked on the wide open plain. A gentle breeze blew her way, ruffling her skirt and pushing the hair from her face, but it soon settled and left the area in its comfortable warmth. She looked up to see the midnight sky as velvet encrusted with diamonds. The land seemed to go on for miles; everything in her range of sight was tall grass and the night sky. But then, she felt a light brush against her right hand. Her head turned to see what it was, and her eyes instantly met those of another, all too familiar. The eyes smiled at her, and so did the face that they belonged to.
“Hi,” he said with a smirk, as if he had been expecting her.
“Hi,” she responded, a small smirk forming of her own.
They roamed the terrain side by side, sometimes loudly talking and laughing, sometimes in silence, sometimes in solemn tones. Their hands bumped together, brushed against each other, eventually intertwined with each other. For some reason, all the tenseness unraveled in those few realistic imaginary moments. Strangely enough, it was then that she felt the most free. Walking in a grassy plain that goes as far as the eye can see with someone holding her hand, or rather, that someone holding her hand.
She eventually faded back into her reality. The harsh orange light still shone outside her window, the clock still ticked, cars still passed loudly on the street, yet she was in an unshakable calm. As she snuggled under her covers and she started to fade into a sleep, she saw those eyes that caught her by surprise, the smiling, shining, chocolate eyes. She knew even if they didn’t get to walk through grassy plains, a chance to spend time together would be, at least in her book, the perfect night.

Description
She felt as if everything trapped her; the walls of her room, the structure of the house, the neighborhood, the county, the state. She felt ensnared in her situation, but wasn’t sure why. Everything around her agitated her spirit; the car passing by on the road, the silence after its passing, the ticking of the clock going slower, then faster, and then back to slow. Her nerves and emotions were a Gordian Knot and she didn’t know where to tug the string so it could unravel. So tensely she kept every thought inside, not knowing when, where, or how to share the complexities that plagued her everyday as she floated through life and everynight when she lay in bed. Everything felt confining, right down to her clothes, even her skin. And time, oh dear Father Time, constrained her the most. No matter that time seemed to vary from slow to fast to slow again, it always continued in that bloody circle, 12 to 12 to 12 again.
She sat awake in bed, half-staring out the window, half-escaping into her own world. She glanced at the clock; 11:28 pm. Still kind of early, or at least it seemed so. She recalled a few hours earlier when she was just leaving the house of a friend. It was 9 pm and a comfortable 60 degrees outside as she stepped out the door and heard the comments of 2 friends walking by.
“Wow, it’s so nice outside today!”
“I know; this is, like, the perfect night!”
She looked up at the sky and saw a cloudy black with no hint of a twinkle or a glow. As she walked home she observed the streets around her, lined by harsh orange lights and various stores. Cars zoomed past on the asphalt and the sirens from cop cars filled the night air. No, this was not the perfect night. It slightly amused her, this former suburb reaching to be a city, but it also saddened her, and of course, it agitated her. Snapping back to the present, she stared out into the darkness, lit only by a single obnoxious orange light connected to an apartment complex. No, this is far from the perfect night. Her vision began to blur and alter as her mind took over her senses.
She felt her bare feet touching the cool ground as short shoots of grass tickled her toes. The taller shoots brushed against her ankles as she walked on the wide open plain. A gentle breeze blew her way, ruffling her skirt and pushing the hair from her face, but it soon settled and left the area in its comfortable warmth. She looked up to see the midnight sky as velvet encrusted with diamonds. The land seemed to go on for miles; everything in her range of sight was tall grass and the night sky. But then, she felt a light brush against her right hand. Her head turned to see what it was, and her eyes instantly met those of another, all too familiar. The eyes smiled at her, and so did the face that they belonged to.
“Hi,” he said with a smirk, as if he had been expecting her.
“Hi,” she responded, a small smirk forming of her own.
They roamed the terrain side by side, sometimes loudly talking and laughing, sometimes in silence, sometimes in solemn tones. Their hands bumped together, brushed against each other, eventually intertwined with each other. For some reason, all the tenseness unraveled in those few realistic imaginary moments. Strangely enough, it was then that she felt the most free. Walking in a grassy plain that goes as far as the eye can see with someone holding her hand, or rather, that someone holding her hand.
She eventually faded back into her reality. The harsh orange light still shone outside her window, the clock still ticked, cars still passed loudly on the street, yet she was in an unshakable calm. As she snuggled under her covers and she started to fade into a sleep, she saw those eyes that caught her by surprise, the smiling, shining, chocolate eyes. She knew even if they didn’t get to walk through grassy plains, a chance to spend time together would be, at least in her book, the perfect night.