She woke up and wondered what had woken her so she listened, she heard it somewhere far away in the distance, music. She couldn´t quite make out what it was or where it was coming from exactly so she got up and slipped a t-shirt over her head, put on some jeans and thick socks and went to the terrace door. When she opened it she saw that it was still early. The sky had that misty grey colour where you couldn´t be sure whether or not the sun would rise in a clear blue sky or stay hidden behind thick clouds.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on listening and yes, she could still hear it, it was light, airy music, a flute maybe. Her gardening shoes were right there outside the door so she stepped into them and walked out across the moist grass and into the forest where she thought the music was coming from. The air was clear and fresh and she let her lungs fill up and clean themselves. Her steps made a crunching noise and as she walked in rythm to the music she started to feel hypnotised, in a trance and her body began to blend with the forest and the music she was hearing. She could feel herself rising above the ground, above the trees and the music became louder and louder.
She saw the house where her children were sleeping getting smaller and smaller, her village looked so lovely from a distance and the hills and mountains, were they always so green? She watched the curves and bends of the creek as it flowed through the valley and counted the farms that were so close to home but which she´d never noticed before. She saw lovely cities in the distance and drew up plans in her head to explore them and the countries beyond.
The sun came up in the distance and she felt the warmth of the new day on her face as the music got louder and louder. She closed her eyes, oh what joy to feel so weightless, so free, so beautiful, one with her world.
When she opened her eyes again she realised that she was in her bed, the radio was on and the sun was shining in through the bedroom window. Her lover was breathing deeply as he slept beside her and when she got up to check her children´s bedrooms, all three were sleeping soundly. It was cold in the house, the terrace door was open. When she walked over to close it - she looked at the magnificent world around her and she knew, she was meant to be here.
I combined my Sunday Scribbling for this week with number 33 on my list of 101 things in 1001 days - write a short story. This story finishes with words on a piece of artwork I received from Liz-Elayne which I look at and appreciate every day.
More Sunday Scribblings here.
12 comments:
This is so dreamy-I could almost feel the wetness of the grass....this was full of such great detail and written so beautifully.
Well done!
This was so descriptive, I could feel myself floating away with her. Excellent story!
This was really dense with sensuality...wonderfully detailed.
And I love the idea of the list, too.
oh i love all of the details here; i felt like i was right there...and so glad you could weave that sentiment in at the end...
You are amazing Claudia! Is there nothing you can't do??? Sewing, decorating, collages, gardening, and now short story writing! This had such a feeling of lightness and beauty to it.
Very beautiful!
This was such a peaceful story. It seemed like another world.
So beautiful! I went on that journey with you - that gentle walk into a world that's calling you.
And congratulations on crossing something off your 101 list!
Dreamy and what a nice tribute at the end to Liz Elayne
How exciting to cross something off your list. This is beautiful! And I'm going to have to borrow your idea for some scribble down the road. Instead of knowing where I'm starting, I'm going to try to write and know how it will end. Thanks for the challenge!
What a great story! And so well told. Such nice attention to detail too :)
Jim
Beautiful story. So descriptive and soft and elegant. I adore the ending. Thanks so much for sharing!!
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