Another Restless Night

Having just graduated college, Mel contemplates what her future will bring.

 There was nothing to say, but she wanted to say it, whatever it was. Her mind was blank, a blank page, just like the page in front of her. She wasn't comfortable, the chair was too hard. The table was too small and so was the room. There weren't enough windows, and the air was stale. Nothing about this place inspired her like it had in the months after she had moved in.

Melody looked over at the bed where her boyfriend Doug was asleep. He was laying on his stomach like always with his face towards the wall. She stared at the back of his head, his dark hair slightly wavy, but always too short to tell. His back moved up and down with such consistency that Mel felt suffocated by the predictability of his breath.

Doug would never leave Connecticut, he would suggest that maybe they move across town, to the nice neighborhood. He wasn't a writer though he just didn't understand her constant need to be stimulated with inspiration. He was so logical and her parents loved him for it. Everything is his life was analyzed and put through a very intense thought process. Their relationship had been hard at first because of her lack of direction, and his lack of spontaneity. They made it work though, knowing that they were good for each other.Mel was such a free spirit trying everyday to relax the uptight East Coast banker that Doug had become. Instead he had settled her down, and had her thinking about how her actions were carving a difficult path for her future.

One thing he could never tame was her over active mind. As much as he would beg her not to Mel would stay up for days writing through the night, pages upon pages of people living incredible lives falling from the desk.

"It saves me Doug! It protects my sanity," she would explain over and over, "I can't keep all of these people locked up inside my head."

He'd roll his eyes and laugh it off thinking that eventually she would grow out of her fairy tales.

Mel slowly leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarette from the pack sitting next to her. She rarely smoked inside, but she needed something different to happen. Her routine needed to be broken. Just the day before she had graduated college and she was already starting to feel locked into a life she wasn't ready for. She wasn't ready to settle into a job and eventually becoming the typical housewife that Doug wanted.

"I'm only twenty three!" The argument was always the same with her parents. "Can't I at least see the world while I have the time and the resources? Why can't we be ourselves before we become a family?" They would assure her that the world wasn't as magical as she thought. They came to America so she wouldn't have to be a part of that world.

She took a drag from her cigarette and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Are you gonna think about coming to bed tonight?" Melody jumped and quickly stubbed out her cigarette. Doug was sitting up on his elbow staring at her.

"Yeah of course, I'll just be a minute."

He rolled his eyes and flopped back onto his pillow. She smiled at the back of his head wondering why he put up with her. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was 2:47 in the morning.

'It's almost lunch time in Paris,' she thought. 'What I would to be there right now.' Quietly she opened her desk and pulled out her passport. It was empty. Mel looked at the clock again and then back to her blank page. She lit up another cigarette. Bed would have to wait, she had to get some writing done.

The End

0 comments about this story Feed