The little house on the beach

My head hurt. I lied in bed buried in fluffy white blankets with my auburn colored hair spread around the pillow. My headache reflected the weather.

I had large double glass doors displaying the ocean to my room. The sad-looking weather of the early morning was suffocating the beach. The waves looked upset and the grey clouds coated the sky thickly.

Yet the light was still there.

There was something about this light, but I don’t know what it is.

I wanted to get out of bed but I didn’t move.

Its been like that recently. Its almost as if my mood has reflected the weather...

My phone ringing interrupted my thoughts, I leaned over and picked it up just as a small drum of thunder came through as if the clouds were protesting my actions.

“Hello?” I asked quietly.

“Hey, Carly.” It was my friend, the one I had feelings for since third grade.

“Hi, James...” I said as I glanced outside. The waves seemed to have calmed down a little.

“Your sister told me you haven’t been feeling well.” He said and I sat up a little. That’s right, I forgot he had my sister’s number. I slowly pushed my legs over the bed.

“Yea...” I said as I exhaled and slowly walked over to the doors. I pushed one open, immediately being hit by the colder air.

“I’m sorry... I just wanted to ask you if I could come over?” he asked as I turned and grabbed my blanket, walking out on my porch, I sat on the swinging chair on the right.

“Sure, I’m out back on the swing.” I said softly and he gave me an ‘okay’ and told me he was on his way. Did I mention he lived next door?

He was here in a matter of minutes, he sat down next to me and I handed him half of the blanket.

“Thank you,” he said. We both sat there for what seemed like forever. It wasn’t awkward though. We sat and looked at the sea.

My mind went back to the light filtering through. There were only a few beams bouncing through the angry clouds, but they were bright. I wonder... if this weather was like my mood, what would the light be?

I looked down at my hands, I don’t feel like there is much light in my life. Maybe that’s it, the little light shining in is the little happiness I have in my life.

No, I don’t feel like that’s the case. I glanced at James. He had a small but noticeable stream of light on him. I smiled, maybe its hope. The light... is hope shining through the dark clouds. That’s a nice thought.

The sun came forth through the clouds as if it were agreeing with me and before I could say anything, James turned towards me.

“Carly I like you,”

(Pt. 2 coming)