tears taste like salt
I woke up this morning. The snow was falling slow. A vision most would enjoy. I do not. Snow means delays.
Delays at the airport.
Delays on the return.
Delays on my sanity.
This house becomes a prison when I'm here. Television and internet. Fast speeds and wires. What should be soft fragile individual pieces becomes a hard steel impenetrable cage. Maybe today just isn't my day. The nightmare was worse than any other.
I woke up to a knock. At my door? At the door to my door? I couldn't tell. My eyes open for a moment seeing nothing but black they squint tightly back. Go to sleep, ignore what I've heard. I hear my mom talking, I open my eyes and say "Yeah mom I'm sleeping what do you want" She didn't answer. I relentlessly open my eyes again and turn my head slowly to the left. I see a figure pointing at me saying something not in my mothers voice and not recognizable. My heart raced, my eyes closed, my covers pulled to my chin. I feel hot and what feels like sweat trickles down my spine. I open my eyes again, this time the room was brighter and nothing was beside my bed. A dream? It seriously felt so real.
Most of my nightmares are horror movies. I'm watching them, sometimes I'm in them, but they are all so out there and gross I register that it was a nightmare the second my eyes open and my mind realizes that I'm still in my own bed. This one was different. This one did not register.
Aside from my horrid sleep Christmas was usual. I got gifts, 1921's, Grail stuff, footless tights, Vic Secret gift card, Books, Cds and a lip piercing. I missed the nutcracker due to a blizzard. I may miss my flight home yet again to the snow fall. It's been steady for 2 hours now without a hint that it'll ease up. My dad's been gone to the store for hours, stocking up on food just incase we get stuck. Usually beyond the house down the hill and some trees, you can see mountains in the distance from my back yard. Not today, today the sky is white and it blankets my vision. It's times like these I wish I didn't lose, then lose, then break, then lose my 4 cameras.
My dad just came home...he said that the lines at the grocery and gas pumps were awful. People here treat snow the way we react to hurricanes. I hope I can get back to orlando tomorrow. My toes are numb 70% of the time here. My lips are pealing from the cracking. I am a floridian, fuck this weather.
Last night I asked my mom how she found my dad. They met in a bar. She refused to go on a date with a guy she met in a bar but my dad persisted. I found out that it was the little things that they had in common, like they both used ivory soap and they had crest for toothpaste. I also discovered that my parents wed because "we either got married or got rid of you, bringing you into the world just seemed right" There goes my existance. I was born 7 months after their wedding.
Delays at the airport.
Delays on the return.
Delays on my sanity.
This house becomes a prison when I'm here. Television and internet. Fast speeds and wires. What should be soft fragile individual pieces becomes a hard steel impenetrable cage. Maybe today just isn't my day. The nightmare was worse than any other.
I woke up to a knock. At my door? At the door to my door? I couldn't tell. My eyes open for a moment seeing nothing but black they squint tightly back. Go to sleep, ignore what I've heard. I hear my mom talking, I open my eyes and say "Yeah mom I'm sleeping what do you want" She didn't answer. I relentlessly open my eyes again and turn my head slowly to the left. I see a figure pointing at me saying something not in my mothers voice and not recognizable. My heart raced, my eyes closed, my covers pulled to my chin. I feel hot and what feels like sweat trickles down my spine. I open my eyes again, this time the room was brighter and nothing was beside my bed. A dream? It seriously felt so real.
Most of my nightmares are horror movies. I'm watching them, sometimes I'm in them, but they are all so out there and gross I register that it was a nightmare the second my eyes open and my mind realizes that I'm still in my own bed. This one was different. This one did not register.
Aside from my horrid sleep Christmas was usual. I got gifts, 1921's, Grail stuff, footless tights, Vic Secret gift card, Books, Cds and a lip piercing. I missed the nutcracker due to a blizzard. I may miss my flight home yet again to the snow fall. It's been steady for 2 hours now without a hint that it'll ease up. My dad's been gone to the store for hours, stocking up on food just incase we get stuck. Usually beyond the house down the hill and some trees, you can see mountains in the distance from my back yard. Not today, today the sky is white and it blankets my vision. It's times like these I wish I didn't lose, then lose, then break, then lose my 4 cameras.
My dad just came home...he said that the lines at the grocery and gas pumps were awful. People here treat snow the way we react to hurricanes. I hope I can get back to orlando tomorrow. My toes are numb 70% of the time here. My lips are pealing from the cracking. I am a floridian, fuck this weather.
Last night I asked my mom how she found my dad. They met in a bar. She refused to go on a date with a guy she met in a bar but my dad persisted. I found out that it was the little things that they had in common, like they both used ivory soap and they had crest for toothpaste. I also discovered that my parents wed because "we either got married or got rid of you, bringing you into the world just seemed right" There goes my existance. I was born 7 months after their wedding.