Morning Rain

She loved waking up early and looking through the glass at the little drops formed by the rain in her window. Hunched in her red couch, she smiled while warming up her hands with her cup of coffee. Life wasn't bad, after all, and her mind escaped once again to far away places. Places where she could imagine herself without a care in the world, smiling and relaxed, satisfied with the Universe and her own, at once, at peace.

No that she wasn't now, mind you, but events had elapsed in a strange fashion that year, and her heart and head had got confused and wanted to take each other places. It is a weird feeling when your brain burns from wanting to feel and the heart cools a little bit aspiring to be rational. Those are not their roles, and this had had her turning upside down trying to accommodate.

Behind were now the anguish, the stifling nights and the wondering mind, optimism fighting to get through and take her whole.

Being independent was the thing she did best, and the fact that such state had been threatened put her in a meditative mood. One is never aware of how suddenly fate can bring people into your life that will make you question everything. Neither can one guess to what extent the damage will reach. But, was there damage? - She asked. Or was it a blessing? These questions had her rummaging through her morning.

Ah, the longed clairvoyance.