[eclecticmuses] (Jan) this is a place where i feel at home
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills…
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust…
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home…
There's a life she thinks she might have one day. If she closes her eyes tightly enough she can see that future she really wanted instead of the present she created for herself. She wakes up in the middle of the night in Jim's bed - it's not unusual and sometimes she doesn't even feel guilty for it because her husband doesn't notice and the only real person that sees her is sleeping beside her with these deep heavy even breaths.
Pam thinks about going, but something tells her to stay. She settles deeply into the warm sheets, beside Jim's warm body, and just turns on her side to close her eyes again. There's a little girl inside of her - some younger version of herself - that goes weak when his feet and legs brush softly against hers in that sleep. The little girl that loves the color pink and the one that used to plan out weddings with pillow cases as veils, the one inside that's playing house with Jim, thinks it could be real.
She thinks she can make it work. That maybe her dreams as an artist don't have to come true, but those other dreams - the most important and the most precious once - can be real. Maybe they're in the palm of her hand, waiting to be swept.
Muse | Pam Beesly
Fandom | The Office
Word Count | 247
Wooden floors, walls and window sills…
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust…
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home…
There's a life she thinks she might have one day. If she closes her eyes tightly enough she can see that future she really wanted instead of the present she created for herself. She wakes up in the middle of the night in Jim's bed - it's not unusual and sometimes she doesn't even feel guilty for it because her husband doesn't notice and the only real person that sees her is sleeping beside her with these deep heavy even breaths.
Pam thinks about going, but something tells her to stay. She settles deeply into the warm sheets, beside Jim's warm body, and just turns on her side to close her eyes again. There's a little girl inside of her - some younger version of herself - that goes weak when his feet and legs brush softly against hers in that sleep. The little girl that loves the color pink and the one that used to plan out weddings with pillow cases as veils, the one inside that's playing house with Jim, thinks it could be real.
She thinks she can make it work. That maybe her dreams as an artist don't have to come true, but those other dreams - the most important and the most precious once - can be real. Maybe they're in the palm of her hand, waiting to be swept.
Muse | Pam Beesly
Fandom | The Office
Word Count | 247