Roxanne: SongbirdMature

I whistled a tune to myself as I washed the dishes. I had finally been able to unpack and get all my special spices out and ready for dinner. Afterwards, I cleaned up the broken dish I had left on the floor, and finished loading the washer.

The smell of honeyed ham drifted from the oven, making my mouth water. Feed the others first, I thought to myself.

The words to the song I had been whistling, and then humming, finally came to mind.

"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined," I sung the lyrics happily, fetching a can of dehydrated peas from the cupboard. I would have rather had ones that were already hydrated, but there was almost nothing like that in this blasted place.

"I'm just beginning, the pens in my hand, ending unplanned," The water I had prepared was beginning to boil, the rumbling liquid alerting me. I rummaged in a drawer for the can-opener.

"Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find, reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it, release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin!"

I found that my voice had become louder as the music playing in my head rose to a crescendo.

I dumped the peas into the pan of bubbling water, "No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in, no one else, no one else, can speak the words on your lips,"

The timer for the ham went off, but that didn't stop the rythym of the song.

"Trace yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open," I let the ham and the tray slam down on the counter as I threw my arms open, as the lyrics had said, closing my eyes and lifting my face towards the ceiling, "Today is, where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten..." I stopped, letting my arms fall.

That was all of the song I knew. I couldn't even remember what it was called. I blew a piece of my hair out of my face, frustrated at myself. Oh well, I sing like shit anyway.

I slapped my hand on the buzzer for dinner. I hoped Becky was satisfied this time...

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