The Feelings That Linger

Backward. Everything was going backward. It was all flashing past her, like a runaway train. Her mind swirled with thoughts until it made her dizzy. They twisted and turned into a senseless humdrum of colours and sounds. The clouds manifested themselves into thunderstorms without her knowledge as she sat looking out into the rain from the safety of her bed. She escaped into the raindrops and the sound, so absolutely profound, the dripping trees, the waning breeze, into the sigh of the wind and the hints of colours through the curtain of grey.

Lila could distinctly hear the creak of the floorboards as her brother paced in the next room and the sounds of cars and rustling leaves made their way through her window. Gentle drops of rain adorned her face.

The feeling lingered, like all feelings do, like fragments of the universe.

Half her soul was satisfied, the other half restless. But that was a thought for another day, hopefully far away from today. Sleep was making her eyes droop and she let the rain lull her to a deep sleep.