Imagry

Clear View Clear Mind

“They’re so mean to me. Just  because I’m a girl and younger does not mean I can’t do everything they can! My brother is so dumb and mean; I’m a big kid too! I’m going to be a first grader next week!”, I mutter to myself as I hopelessly gaze out the window.  Ever so slightly I loosened my death grip I held with my eyes on the world outside my window. I carefully admired the oak trim framed by the perfectly hung wall paper, with evenly spaced pink ribbons tied delicately into a bow, without a single air bubble ripple. A small amount of attention then shifted to my hands.  Now the host of my anger, they grasped to the satin comforter as if fearful that I may pour over the edge of the queen size bed and tumble to the floor. Looking back up at the window across from me I forget my fear and free the white satin from my grip, sliding my body off the bed. My feet find the soft carpet below as I stand up. I take a long stride to the window place my hands in the middle of the window unlock, it and push up on the smooth wooden frame. I freed the thin wire screen from the window allowing August’s  warm breezy  night to pour into my room. I then bent over and carefully set it on the off white carpet just to the left below the window. Folding my arms, resting them on the windowpane, I lean ever so slightly  out the window breathing in  the breeze. I admired the way the roofing tiles seem to sparkle back at the  crescent moon and the sea of tiny gleaming stars far off in the distance.  Peering  through my window, even as beautiful this view was, I couldn’t help but feel the sloped walls  on either side of my window stare  at me from the outside. They had a way of turning my window into a tunnel as if to  keep me locked inside with everything that had been  bothering me. “I hate the how they block my peripheral view,”  I thought to myself. I resented it and so I did as I had done many times in the past.  I took a deep breath and locked my hands on the windowpane. As I  lift myself up, and out my window, my feet parted from the carpet. And once again met the rough shingles that covered the roof like a blanket. Boldly standing up and taking a few steps out on the roof, past the daunting sloped walls. I stand there for some  unmeasured amount of time letting my hair dance in the wind. I love the way that the unpredictable gusts of wind could blow all  my problems away, one gust at a time. I took a deep breath of the cool crisp summer breeze and  sitting down ever so carefully, I found myself eagerly rubbing the goose  bumps that always arose  as soon as my body met the cool damp roofing titles. However the goose bumps never fazed me too long because  the scenic view quickly won over all of my attention. It was always far more relaxing and impressive than any amount of goose bumps would ever be. I stared out into the trees that lined the boundaries of our backyard I couldn’t help but think about all the animals that  were hiding in beneath the dens pine trees making the leaves crunch and the twigs snap. I loved to just sit there and admire the shades of navy blue and gray that blended together in the sky highlighted by millions of glowing little stars. It wasn’t until it became nearly impossible for me to keep my eyes open that I would make my way back inside, replace the black wire screen, close my window, and crawl back into my bed. Under my satin sheets with my frustrations lost in the summer breeze and my mind at ease I quickly fell asleep.