Place Sketch

So I forgot my pass and have been busy and quite uninspired but here's something old that I write in Creative Writing spring of freshmen year...its just a place sketch. We had to take a place/moment we vividly remembered a write about it:



I can still feel the softness of the blankets surrounding me. I brush the last remnants of sleep out of my eyes and sink back into the comfort of my pillow. I am in the living room of my grandparents’ house in Florida. I can be found tucked into between the blankets and couch cushions in the 90s modern living room, full of black furniture with gold trim and a rose pink carpet that stretches its way across the small apartment. My eyes follow the flow of the pink carpeting to where it sweeps into the white metal door frame that encases the sliding glass doors that lead out on to the closed in patio. Outside I can see the first signs of the early morning hours. I can see the first shards of sunlight sweeping away the darkness.

I quietly push off the covers, slowly creep towards the front door, and carefully click the golden lock open. Soon I am outside. No longer can I hear the rhythmic sounds of my grandparents’ snoring or the tick of the clock that hangs over their dining room table. I am alone as my bare feet move across the Astroturf. The small pieces of plastic compound cut to look like grass are rough on my feet but I continue to move forward, to the steps that lead to the ground floor.

The fresh humid Florida air catches in my nostrils as I sit down on the top step and look out on to the lake. It is surrounded by the familiar Pepto-Bismol pink buildings. My brown eyes take in the scene, absorbing everything about this moment. As the sun begins to rise over the tops of the buildings, its rays kiss the sides and slide across the glassy surface of the lake. For a moment the colors overtake the darkness; pinks, red, oranges, and yellows fill up the sky. These colors cleanse the world of darkness and make room for the bright blue that will soon take their place. I take it all in; internalize the moment as though it were crafted just for me. I feel as though I am the only person awake in the world but I do not feel fear. I only feel at home.




p.s. I miss you guys and marist. hope you're all having wonderful summers and if any of you were wondering I have mosaics and you will all get them next year. The publisher screwed up and despite much yelling did not get it done in time. sorry, don't be mad at me and holmes...we did everything we could