In this post, I will make an attempt at detailing a couple of settings in my life using descriptive language to show you these scenes. The first scene is a familiar place in my life, which is my room, where I hang out with friends and go to be private. The second scene illustrates a more unfamiliar place to me, where the comfort and security of a familiar place vanishes.
Familiar place:
Another long day behind me. I step out of the car with my dad after a quiet ride home. “Thanks.” Not another word.
My door slams shut and the doorknob falls off again as I flick on the light switch. A cat there staring at me with piercing eyes, he's fat and cute. A reflection stares back at itself in the turned off TV, lost in something like thought. Posters litter the walls and half read books sit around the room. Beer cans, empty packs of cigarettes and blunts abound. Time to relax. The smell of a swisher fills the room. Crack. Fill. Roll. The lighter flicks almost melodically when it's running low. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly. A billow of smoke blooms out like a single cloud in a true-blue sky. Cat runs away. He hates smoke.
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Goes the phone. Friends want to come over. Too tired...
“I'll buy you a forty lol”
“Okay sure”
One. Two. Three. Four. Enter the room single file, holding bags with little smiley faces telling me to have a nice day. The brown bag ruffles as I grab my drink out. The cap cracks in the o'so familiar fashion. The bass bumps and sounds of the Xbox ring out. Wash it down with a 40.
Another night. Another day ahead of me.
Strange place:
Raindrops coat the window as I look out onto the dusk. A constant hum permeates through my headphones even on full volume. My book bag rests on on the uncomfortable blue chair with me. 115 to Delaware County Community College. Strangers surround me. A deep feeling of sonder overcomes my mind. Lost in thought. Coughs and cellphone conversations echo throughout. Bing. “Stop Requested” flashes over head. Still a distant humming is coming over my headphones. I come to a stop and feel cool raindrops on my face as I step out and look at the school.
“That was a long bus ride.” I thought.
Familiar place:
Another long day behind me. I step out of the car with my dad after a quiet ride home. “Thanks.” Not another word.
My door slams shut and the doorknob falls off again as I flick on the light switch. A cat there staring at me with piercing eyes, he's fat and cute. A reflection stares back at itself in the turned off TV, lost in something like thought. Posters litter the walls and half read books sit around the room. Beer cans, empty packs of cigarettes and blunts abound. Time to relax. The smell of a swisher fills the room. Crack. Fill. Roll. The lighter flicks almost melodically when it's running low. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly. A billow of smoke blooms out like a single cloud in a true-blue sky. Cat runs away. He hates smoke.
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Goes the phone. Friends want to come over. Too tired...
“I'll buy you a forty lol”
“Okay sure”
One. Two. Three. Four. Enter the room single file, holding bags with little smiley faces telling me to have a nice day. The brown bag ruffles as I grab my drink out. The cap cracks in the o'so familiar fashion. The bass bumps and sounds of the Xbox ring out. Wash it down with a 40.
Another night. Another day ahead of me.
Strange place:
Raindrops coat the window as I look out onto the dusk. A constant hum permeates through my headphones even on full volume. My book bag rests on on the uncomfortable blue chair with me. 115 to Delaware County Community College. Strangers surround me. A deep feeling of sonder overcomes my mind. Lost in thought. Coughs and cellphone conversations echo throughout. Bing. “Stop Requested” flashes over head. Still a distant humming is coming over my headphones. I come to a stop and feel cool raindrops on my face as I step out and look at the school.
“That was a long bus ride.” I thought.