On the shoreline of my hometown the sun had always kissed my salty cheeks as a kid. I sometimes think of mermaids every time I swam too far out. Now, my tears drizzle at the thought.
My life has always been a solitary one. At the office I sometimes daydream of times past. As I was sleeping a text so thick hits the back of my head, rattling my earlobe. A raven haired maiden stands in my cubicle. The refracting light from the adjacent window illuminated her skin, I swore she was an angel
If she had not been my boss, Amy. Amy always came to my rescue when I was the king of Atlantis peeping on mermaids or space man gazing into darkness. This quarrel of ours, if it had not been that we were childhood friends, always ended with enjoyable banter.
She opened the window and it made an old sound. A cool breeze then bounced around and she proceeded to clear a space on my desk and sat. She ran her soft figures through my ‘unicorn hair’ as she dubbed it. After a hard day’s work this is what I needed. My mind felt clearer all of a sudden and I came to a realization. Not only does she have the hots for me but…no, she has a boyfriend.
Her phone buzzed and she left after frizzing my hair and whispering playfully ‘You’re always in the same position I find you, Mike.’ I smirked and said ‘Well that’s because I always –‘as I turned around she was gone. I came to a realization then and there, that the worst possible prediction my, long past, teen self has come to fruition. I put my hands against my face and whimpered at my life. As days went by that thought lingered, eventually forcing me to look back at what I had done with it. Six years ago my step-father committed suicide. My mother went through hard times back then, somedays she would even threaten to kill herself. To support her I took up jobs which drained me mentally and physically. All my effort to help her would be for naught for she had drove off a freeway after an overdose of painkillers and anti-depressants.
The love of my life left me with my beloved daughter, and now I’m a twenty-seven year-old, down on his luck, man stuck in a goddam cubicle. Now it`s a good time to spend my money and overflowing vacation days. At the end of the month I hinted to Amy that I wanted to…go away for a while, she didn’t seem phased by it but the convocation was cut short by a buzz in her pocket.
On the top floor of the metal and glass business building, I just stepped out of the elevator. Meryl, Amy`s receptionist greeted me. She showed me to the office.
‘Oh? I wasn’t expecting to see you here’
I jokingly replied “Then who were you expecting. Tupac?
‘You don’t have to be mean about it smartass’
I sat down on the provided chair. Oddly it had the same smell as the entire room, business.
‘So’ she smirked ‘You want some vacation day’s boy. Only one hug a pop’
“One hug?! Dam, last week it was a cup of coffee.’
‘Prices go up when I know you want it. Or do just…not…want…it’
‘Wow, you sure you don’t want to be an actress?’
‘What makes you say that?’
‘Well…I didn’t get cancer this time’
‘Hum’ she mumbled.
The sun rose in royalty overhead the legendary foggy mountain, beaming rays of light on my itchy cheeks and giving a golden glow to my expensive lakeside cabin. The timeshare my late dad bought was of some use after all.
The dirt lane from the main road was bumpy, and I admit, I was thinking twice about a mosquito infested, muddy nature retreat. But, now I have no regrets. Memories of my beloved dad came flooding in and I shed tears. I let them curve around my nose and lips, they were the most salty tears. It seems that the small boat we wrecked was still there, by the bank of the lake. I walked towards it wiping my tears on my cheap blue pled shirt. I past my moisturized hands on the wood, it felt just like the last time I saw it. I remember how dad let me steer it right into the ground. Mom was so worried. Now it’s just a statue to prove that memory still exist or rather existed. More tears poured down my cheeks so I tried to refrain from other memories and quickly dabbed them off with my shirt.
The change in environment was all I had wanted. I take a deep breath and my reserves of smells of other people and carbon monoxide were replaced by the purest of air. I began to see clearer. I unpacked my things from my car I left at the entrance of the bumpy dirt path and hastily walked to the cabin door. I closed my eyes and turned the doorknob, stepping in with a memorable sound of creaking from the door. The meridians in my body felt aligned.
The cabin was mostly clean, being a timeshare it has to be. The walls were wooden planked and gave off a faint smell of a mighty forest. The sofa was at the back of the room behind the crystal blue coffee table, which was at the center. I left my things at the adjacent shelf and sat on the couch. I felt as if it were clouds and I sunk into it. My body, after years of physical and emotional twisting, felt at peace. Gently whispering to myself I said ‘I`m alone… finally alone.’ With that I close my eyes once again, and had the best sleep of my life.
Is it good? What are some of the wrongs of this. Tell me in the comments.