The window opened, letting the night air into to the small, dimly lit room. A cool breeze wisped across the room slowly, rustling the pages of an opened notebook filled with words of hate and anger. It stopped at the sight of a girl sprawled out on the bed, the blankets all twisted around her ankles as if she had been tossing and turning all night. Sweat beaded on her pale face as it tensed up as if filled with a sudden rage. The fingers of her right hand curled and tightened to form a fist. The wind then slowly moved over her body, across her face, and slightly swishing her hair. She stirred but only for a moment, then sliped back to sleep. The wind turn around and glanced at the girl, her fingers and body now relaxed and face some what calm. She shivered slightly as the wind turned around once again and slipped out the window. The girl then woke as if realizing someone had been in the room with her. She glanced around, eyes wide, searching for the intruder. Her eyes then stopped at the sight of her notebook laying out wide open, vulnerable to anyone's eye. She snatched it up, closed it's pages, and held it tight against her chest. Someone had been in this room, she knew, and had violated her private thoughts. She rapped the book tightly in a pillow case and stuck it under her bed. She then took one last look around the room and then out the window, watching the wind play with the leaves on a tall maple tree. She layed back down smiling knowing that the wind would keep her thoughts safe, at least for tonight. |
Submission Name: diceiving wind
