Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2011 21:57:12 GMT -5
The end of the year was drawing closer. There was a slight chill in the air, just enough to pinch the tip of your ears. No snow had fallen yet, but the clouds looked promising. The sun would not be making an appearance for a while, that was certain. It was a good thing, in Amorina’s opinion. It was no secret that she lived for the sunlight, but she felt winter called for snow. It just wasn’t Christmas without a blanket of white on the ground.
Her days had become wonderfully uneventful since Jaime began helping her. Having an extra pair of hands around the office had given her more than just free time; it had given her the rest she hadn’t gotten for months. Instead of sleeping in her office, she was finally sleeping in her apartment again. She had even had time to buy new furniture and re-arrange the place. It was finally a place she liked going to.
At the moment, though, she sat in the coffee shop, gazing out the window. A large red book was opened on the table, her fingers resting on one of the pages. Her mind had wandered from the book to the thoughts of snow; from the thoughts of snow to the thoughts of a white flower; from the white flower back to snow.
She wondered how many people would be going back to their families for the holidays. It wouldn’t surprise her if Caroline, Emilio and Jaime did. She would have to ask Emilio when she saw him again. She would be staying at Foresta, but she wanted to wish them well on their vacation.
She wondered how far along Caroline was now. Goodness, a baby in Foresta. The thought brought a smile to her face. Babies held a beautiful innocence in their existence. It was a shame humans lost that innocence as they grew. She began to think of how different the world would be if all humans stayed that way. Would those people be gifted? There would be no need for them; no need for a defense mechanism. She wondered if Caroline knew the sex of the baby. Amy would need to buy her a gift soon.
The coffee in front of her produced a curl of steam that brought her mind back to the coffee shop around her. Sipping on her drink, her eyes veered towards the printed words on the yellowed paper. She pulled her white pea coat tighter around her, willing the cold from her. At least she had the coffee to chase away the chill.
Her days had become wonderfully uneventful since Jaime began helping her. Having an extra pair of hands around the office had given her more than just free time; it had given her the rest she hadn’t gotten for months. Instead of sleeping in her office, she was finally sleeping in her apartment again. She had even had time to buy new furniture and re-arrange the place. It was finally a place she liked going to.
At the moment, though, she sat in the coffee shop, gazing out the window. A large red book was opened on the table, her fingers resting on one of the pages. Her mind had wandered from the book to the thoughts of snow; from the thoughts of snow to the thoughts of a white flower; from the white flower back to snow.
She wondered how many people would be going back to their families for the holidays. It wouldn’t surprise her if Caroline, Emilio and Jaime did. She would have to ask Emilio when she saw him again. She would be staying at Foresta, but she wanted to wish them well on their vacation.
She wondered how far along Caroline was now. Goodness, a baby in Foresta. The thought brought a smile to her face. Babies held a beautiful innocence in their existence. It was a shame humans lost that innocence as they grew. She began to think of how different the world would be if all humans stayed that way. Would those people be gifted? There would be no need for them; no need for a defense mechanism. She wondered if Caroline knew the sex of the baby. Amy would need to buy her a gift soon.
The coffee in front of her produced a curl of steam that brought her mind back to the coffee shop around her. Sipping on her drink, her eyes veered towards the printed words on the yellowed paper. She pulled her white pea coat tighter around her, willing the cold from her. At least she had the coffee to chase away the chill.