Emerging screenwriter and director, dog lover, immigrant in the US. Loves creative writing, terrified of birds.
Now We Are Free
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. As new immigrants in the United States of America from a small island where the season is always spring, we were eager to experience snow for the first time. Our introduction to snow was about an hour before we made it to the cabin as we started to climb the mountain with our rental car. The terrain was not new as we searched for images of such terrains on the internet and also obsessively looked at the photos of the Airbnb link the host uploaded. We pulled to the side of the road, excitedly ran out of the car. I wanted to touch the snow but he wanted to taste it. So he let his tongue out with his head held high up towards the sky waiting for a snowflake to drop as I went straight into the ground and in a rush grabbed some snow. Of course it was cold, and he said the snow was tasteless, but we still wanted to live our movie magic moment. It was magical at first, but then it was cold and all bubbly and giggly we ran back to our car. We were surprised that none of us slipped as we ran in the mush and the snow.
A dull SPLASH followed by a gush of water as Bill dived into the large coral reef tank of the aquarium. He then gently submerged himself closer to the bottom of the 25 feet depth over to the sandy lagoon inhabited by the most hauntingly beautiful giant rays as he felt his body temperature slowly drop.
All mornings started the same. I’d open my eyes very annoyed at the sound of our old rusty coffee grinder. Of course my partner always forgot to close the door behind him. I would then toss and turn around as I’d ignored the sunlight coming through the half open blinds. My side of the sheets always popped out during the night because I was a broke graduate student, way too stubborn to admit that I wrongfully ordered a full size sheet to our second hand queen size bed and of course I wasn’t going to pay for another one. I would then continue on to pretend I was comfortable as I had to convince myself that I can go back to sleep before my alarm went on, but obviously I would hold my breath and obsessively look at my phone, almost dare I say- begging it to scream that horribly loud sound so that I can finally lower my chest. And when the air finally came out it would feel as if I just got out of a very nauseating roller coaster ride. I guess anxiety can do that to you.