brightly illuminated

16 Mar

She’d been sitting alone at the table hours after dinner, listing books she thought he should read. There were books she’d read in fifth grade she felt had a tremendous impact on her skewed view of reality and books she read in high school that, at the time, seemed to explain everything. Then there were the books she read during her six years at university that were eerie reflections of the purple and grey skies in her dreams. If the list was supposed to be five books long, she’d written too much and was suddenly overwhelmed by the task of minimization.
She grabbed the empty glass next to her and stood up to fill it with unfiltered water from the tap. It went down easier and the particles she’d otherwise been without went straight to her brain and sent a tingling to her fingers that made her feel special.
Then she turned on some music and sat again, bobbing her head and tapping her toes because she felt the music and wanted her neighbors, if they were looking through the windows, to know so. The music was soulful and seemed to mean something more than a good tune or rhythm. She listened intently for inspiration, but couldn’t find much at all. She took a sip from her glass and decided instead to dance around for her neighbors, because if she couldn’t be brilliant she could be eccentric and confused for genius.


One Response to “brightly illuminated”

  1. carlarenee45 March 17, 2012 at 11:00 am #

    Hey jen! I have nominated you for the one lovely blog award

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