Midnight Dance
The ceiling and I are having a staring contest. When I blink, we start over. A fresh new page to try again. If only this method worked in life. The life that lies outside of my mind, raging with lies, empty promises, and hate. It’s a world that will cause me more pain and tears, than happiness and laughter. I’ve locked myself away to simply protect myself. I’ve thrown away the key.
My ears detect a soft snoring coming from the living room. My father’s finally fallen asleep. Now his tormenting, unhuman laughter is but a memory that will forever haunt me. That laugh which echoes throughout my mind is not his own. It belongs to the vodka.
The lock clicks as I unlock my door. My first step on the sandy colored rug lining my house, ends with a creek. The blood flowing through my veins pumps just a bit faster than normal. Taking a deep breath, I scurry to the kitchen. A dim light guides me towards the cabinet, where the Devil’s juice is held. The bottle feels heavy in my hand, even though only a few sips remain. It weighs my hand down with guilt, sadness, and pain. I read the label near the cap, clearly stating that this liquid may cause health problems. Funny how they don’t mention that it may just destory your family and your relationship with your own daughter.
I twist off the cap with my fingertips, being careful not to make noise. It smells of must and medicine. My tongue caresses the mouth of the bottle. My tastebuds find a drop of the liquid. It slightly burns the back of my throat. Licking my lips doesn’t stop the tingling sensation I feel on them. How is this drink appealing? My question isn’t answered and I have a feeling it never will be.
I’m back on my bed, listening to the loud silence that fills the air surrounding me. I’m struggling to ignore the questions that remains unanswered, inside my mind. My index finger meets my tingling, chapped lips. The questiond fades away, giving up for now. I curl up under my worn quilt, overwhelming my body with the feeling of protection. How could such a thin layer of fabric make me feel as if nothing could harm me? So many questions, yet no answers.
The curtains beside my bed ripple like waves on a summer night. Closing my eyes, I touch the soft fabric, transporting myself to that beach. The cool, refreshing water washes over my bare feet. The sun glows deep orange, reflecting off the unending ocean, kissing my face. My soul glows with a comforting warmth.
My eyelids flick open. Here my soul doesn’t feel so warm. I pull back the curtains, letting my eyes search the velvet black sky. The pale moon lights up the world and stars with it’s radiant beauty. My eyes glisten along with the stars. They dot the sky in a random order, creating unknown paintings of hopes and dreams. I snap a mental picture, storing it in the drawer of my soul, where I can carry it close forever.
My heart aches. How I long to dance in the light of that painting in the sky. Who is to say I can’t? A breeze runs up my spine as I open my window. My bare feet sticking to the window pane as I awkwardly crawl out of the window. My feet soon find the ground, not yet covered in dew. The cool blades of grass tickle my feet. A giggle escapes my lips. Soon the air and I are one element. An element of happiness, freedom, and joy. Leaves dance on the ends of branches as my backyard becomes my stage. A sweet piano soon plays in the background and becomes the soundtrack for this moment. My hair twirls around me, trying to keep up, as my feet move gracefully across the Earth.
I no longer see where I’m going, but rather feel where I’m going. My soul is the map, while my feet are my means of transportation. When my eyes open I look towards the sky. My audience of stars clap silently as the piano comes to a halt. I’ve saved that lovely music on the hard drive of my soul, so it can play softly throughout my life and dreams.
I’m back in my room, once again. I’ve said my goodbyes to the moon and stars, and closed my rippling curtains. Now I lay down, wrapped in my worn quilt. The silence is soon interrupted by piano keys. The soundtrack of my midnight dance fills in for the obnoxious silence. Slowly, my eyelids droop and the sweet song lulls me too sleep.
Thanx for the advice and comments 
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Caroline: I always make mistakes like that thanx for spotting it ^^
And to the other two comments so far, thanx so much. Those types of comments motivate me to keep on writing
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