"Nightmare"
April 22nd, 2018 8:52 PM
Alone, I sit in the study. It is night out and within the room a single candle flickers. The slightest of breezes bustles its way through a cracked window and past the guard of heavy linen curtains. The crisp chill of the nights air causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Next to my chair is the writing desk where my journal and pens lay in rest for now the evening is late. As I continue to reflect upon the days proceedings in solitude, a vision enters my mind and I am transported at my imaginations whim.
The soft rays of daylight crests over the top of the house on the hill. Winters grasp on my world has finally yielded to warmer days and the hibernation of the woodland animals have ended. I can hear the sound of birds chirping as it is early spring and the trees are now teeming with life. I cannot recall this journeys beginning, all the matters now is that I have neared it end as I walk up the porch to the screen door.
Inside I find her. She, the most beautiful, intelligent, loving, and wonderful woman I have ever or will ever know. The mere sight of her face, after such an arduous journey, is a sight that I have longed for for what seems like an eternity. Upon her face, she wears a smile that could infect any one who glanced upon her with happiness. I have instantly forgotten all of the troubles and woes that besieged me only a moment earlier. The only feeling that now overcomes my senses is the unequivocal love I have and will forever have for her.
Before I have a chance to depart from the travel attire that accompany me, she moves to embrace. All of a sudden from the room adjacent to the entrance of the house, appear another man. Her embrace has found it way to him. The joy and comfort she has offered is an offering that was not intended for reception by me. I stand there paralyzed, heartbroken, and burdened with the overwhelming weight of sorrow. I now feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as the warm springs air have turned again into the chill of night.
Alone, I sit in my study. The feelings have not departed my body as easily as the vision that once overcome me as a single tear streams down my cheek. As I continue to sit in the darken room, I know that my imagination has not conveyed images of whims or fiction. She, the girl of my dreams, finds comfort in the arms of another man as I sit alone in my study. I wish to awake from this nightmare, this nightmare that is my reality.
Journalistic Writing
I enjoyed reading this piece. I could sense the saddened emotions as I read through this. To be able to convey feelings of deep emotion, and to make a reader feel these emotions too takes great skill. I think a lot of people who have had their hearts broken in some way will be able to relate to your writing.
Thank you for your feedback. I’m am glad to know that the subtleties of my writing are not lost. The relation between the cold/dark reality and the warmth/light of fantasy.