Emerald
772 Words
I make some cheese on toast for dinner, and enjoy my last yogurt from the fridge. I have enough bread for toast in the morning and enough bread and cheese for my lunch, my shift couldn't come soon enough.
I price my English workbook on my open leaf dining table that my uncle had in storage, it comes in handy for homework that's for sure. I suppose I should attempt a poem or something.
I sit staring at the blank page and start tapping my pen... Which obviously makes me think of 47, that's all I could hear through English on Monday. Okay, let's try and put something together.
Lonely days and lonely nights
Don't seem to take you far
When the beach is full of kites
And your sat with your jar (maybe pickles)
I start scribbling through it, I utterly suck at poems, am I trying to hard or not hard enough.
I put my pen back to the page, tap. Tap. Tap. What inspires me.
Emerald eyes
It's not lost on me that when you're near
I tend to gaze and lear
I found someone I could hold dear
If I'm not held back by my fear
All these emotions feel severe
I hope it doesn't end with a tear.
For I only have a year
Then I'll be gone.
Okay, I need a better ending but I feel like I'm on the right track. With that, I drop the pen on the page feeling slightly satisfied with myself, although it's not lost on me IV basically written about my confusion over 47.
Then I get up and changed into an old t-shirt, I brush my teeth and get cozy in my bed.
There's a knock at the door so I get up and go to the bottom of the stairs. "Who is it?" I ask.
"It's me can I come in?" 47 says. Oh, I look at the oversized t-shirt I'm wearing knowing I just have pants on underneath. I open the door a crack and stand behind it so he can't see me.
"What do you want I was asleep, what time is it anyway" I mumble.
He's stood there in jeans and a black t. " I just need to speak to you, please".
I open the door and gesture for him to walk ahead, not wanting to give him a show while walking up the stairs. I shut the door and follow him up. Once upstairs I rush to my bed and sit back under the covers. I don't have a dressing gown or anything like that so this will have to do.
There is only a small light while illuminates him in the most exquisite way, he starts to walk towards me and my mouth goes dry "may I sit?" He asks pointing spot on the bed next to me.
"S sure" god since when did I stutter!!! He sits down and reaches for my hand, I move mine to meet his without thinking properly
"I can't stop thinking about you, I just need to do one thing before I can go to sleep tonight" with his other hand he caresses my face and starts to lean forward, my heart rate quickens, he about to kiss me, I can't believe it. I slowly move forward too, it feels like it's slow motion, just as our lips are about to touch 'PING'
I bolt upright and realise number 2) I have a text on my phone and number 1) it was a fricken dream.... Oh this is bad. So very very bad.
And then I remember the text I hope out of bed and grab my phone I abandoned on the side by the door earlier.
NEW MESSAGE - hey, can't sleep, what you doing? Jay x
I don't think typing back I was dreaming about you, but you interrupted is a good idea somehow. He put a kiss, what does that mean?
REPLY - Why can't you sleep? Just going to bed. Alex x
I click send after debating for far too long whether I should send a kiss it not and if so how many.
NEW MESSAGE - Just a lot going on with me. Okay I will leave you to sleep. Nite. Jay x
REPLY - If you need someone to talk to I'm here. Sweet dreams. Alex x
I had considered asking why he invited me to this party the way he did, but I have limited credit, in all honesty, I will ask him tomorrow. For now, I need to have non kissy dreams about 47!!
Thank you for reading!
- Writer
