Once inside the light, my eyes had a hard time adjusting. I embraced our friend, a reunion that was much needed. You took the first steps-it was familiar…I watched your long strides, the way your body seemed to just float along with your legs. You stopped and allowed yourself to fall onto a couch, I closed my eyes trying to take that in. Feeling cautious, I took my first step inside this new place, following you. Breathing deep, the scent of pine cones and potpourri seemed to whirl around the air. Everything was perfectly placed in the house. The paintings, the plants-everything looked right, as if pulled straight out from a magazine. You sat back, as our friend and I caught up. Every once in a while I would look over at you, trying not to nod off.
Then we were all quiet.
There was a movie playing that seemed to fill the empty void. It was an old film, the actors, I could not recognize. I looked up and out through a skylight. I could see the stars and clouds rolling through, waltzing with the night, the tree limbs danced and swayed with the wind.
I heard your deep laugh, and my attention was set back to the television screen, and then fixed on you. I didn’t want to miss anything, your eyes seemed to squint looking at the television screen. Comfortable, was how you looked. Relaxed.
You looked over at me, and I was immediately lost in your eyes. They always pulled me in. We both let out a laugh, and kept watching the movie.
When the movie was done, we got up to leave.
Outside we stood with our friend, waiting to leave.
We said our goodbyes to our friend and turned to leave. I heard the sound of his lighter flick, and the strong scent of marijuana filled the night sky.
Adding onto Everything is different in the dark..
I give props to all of the writers who have the ability to add onto their previous works and it be just as good, or better.
I may lack that.
I’m rather iffy about this.