So i was just playing around on my computer a couple of nights ago and i wrote a little short story. it's kind of about my life and kind of not, but i liked it enough to share it!
New Life or Dream Catcher
So there I was, on the corner of Warner and 10th street. Looking up and down both streets, when I saw what I needed to see, a pillar of light. That light shone so brightly that I thought I might burn from the intense heat, but I knew all I had to do was enjoy it. That light was the light, that ray, was the sun shining on a perfect February day. This day was the day that I stepped into the most beautiful house on the hill, the house of dreams, my house. One place to call my own, a place to have my name on the mailbox, well our names. One place to have a lifetime together. I saw his face gleam from behind my sunglasses. I hadn’t had the chance to wear my sunglasses in months, it felt like eons ago. He conveyed everything I felt. Excitement, giddiness, hope and fear all wrapped up into one. Were we able to do this? Are we going to make it on our own? I knew he saw the concern on my face, he could always read me like a book. All he had to do was smile and stretch out his hand, and I knew. I was going to be all right. I took his strong hand in my small one and together we took a giant leap of faith. The first thing I noticed as I stepped into our new home was the light, the same light that I noticed outside had followed us in. The guiding light that kept us from buying our new home months ago because we couldn’t afford it, the same light that told me the knot in my stomach wasn’t just a knot. I knew that my Heavenly Father would bring me joy, but who would have guessed that joy would have a few lives attached to it. I can see the future in this new living room, bare and empty but renewed with life. I can see children running, water streaming and life beginning to unfold. I hear the football games and the cheering coming from down the street, I hear my heart beat wildly. Key’s in hand we begin the long journey to the bedroom, our furniture starting to appear. A bed, a night stand, the clock without the alarm, a life we used to live filling up a new house. We were falling, deeper into a dream, into an embrace. I could feel the tears on his face but I don’t lift my head, I don’t dare say a word. I didn’t want to ruin it, I just hugged harder and kissed him lighter. I pressed my hand to my stomach and felt the life inside me grow. He said only one thing to me before I woke, “Can I keep you?”
