subject: Lucy In The Sky With Gifts [print this page] A girl sits on her bed, well it wasn't a real bed, just a mattress with a copious number of blankets on top. They were worn, ripped, and patched. Clearly showing their age and how long they'd been used.
All that was there was the ratty, ancient mattress she had pulled out of the dumpster so she wouldn't have to sleep on the floor anymore. She didn't necessarily like the thought of sleeping on a strangers old mattress, thinking of all the people that could have used it before, maybe an animal or two had slept on it as well. She did her best to shake the thoughts because at least it was warmer at night than the floor was. The best the girl could do to cope was washing the surface as efficiently as possible as well as enveloping the thing in her blankets. Her apartment was virtually bare. The minuscule cavern from which she lived only housed her treasured mattress, the neatly folded pile of clothes which made there space in the corner by the door, a crumbled and wrinkled cardboard box filled to the brim with food, and her picture.
This picture made it's home by her mattress, up near the pillow so it was always there to see. Never an arms length away from her. The photograph was neatly framed by a glossy black wood, leaning back, looking a bit lopsided. Although the frame wasn't topnotch the delicate thin paper mirrored her reflection, only she looked happy. His arms wrapped around her waist lovingly, protectively, wrapping her and draping her in his love. She was smiling trying to ignore the surprise he'd given her by planting a kiss on her slightly dimpled cheek. Her skin was smooth and seemed almost flawless, very similar to a porcelain doll. A shining smile spread wide across her face as his lips stayed embedded against her cheekbone.
The boy's smile was a bit crooked, his eyes were dark and clearly showed his lack of sleep. He looked shabby and ragged but she loved his flaws. His hair was naturally curly looking as if he just rolled out of bed. The shiny black strands were always stringy hanging down over his face. The only thing she could pick out that she disliked was his hair unfailingly hiding his striking blue eyes from the world.
The girl bit the corner of her lip and slowly began to cry. The tiny sparkling drops ran down her cheek splashing onto the wooden floor without a sound. She delicately tipped the frame placing the picture against the floor, the giant black hole of the back staring at her. She shut her eyes tight as a vice the image still drilled into the inside of her eyelids, embedded deep in her memory. She cried for awhile, rolled over trying to shake the thoughts off glancing out the window above her makeshift bed. https://www.thegift-club.com
