Out the Window - Short story

[Angel24]

The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. I smiled at the breeze as it kissed my cheek and continued on to elsewhere in my open cozy room. Images of a transparent cloud of air hugging the furniture and scattered books of my room sparked a warm feeling in my chest, although it did not last long. I daydreamed of what it would feel like to just get up from sitting on my window ledge and leave, to run somewhere and never look back. I wanted adventure and someplace new. The air coming in my window wasn’t the one I wanted to feel despite its comforting temperature.

            

    Many of my nights are spent dreaming like this. Sure, I probably should be doing homework but if you honestly think about it there’s no way it will help me in the long run anyway. I’m what I like to call a simple musician and by that I definitely do not mean that “training all your life to become a virtuoso” kind of musician; I mean the simplest of musicians. My gaze settled itself on my guitar sitting on a stand in a sad state of falling apart; I had lost interest in playing the six-string at the start of my senior year of high school after a berating from my father that I would never be good enough to play it. Thanks Dad.

   

  I look around the room and take in the four walls I had spent most of my life in. It hadn’t changed much since probably my pirate adventurer stage when I was eight; here I was, eleven years later, still wanting that pirate life, but made to think it was pointless. Aren’t you supposed to believe you can do anything? That dreams can come true? So why did my parents try their hardest to drill into my head that it was all a lie? I want to prove them wrong, but there’s that nagging voice telling me I owe it to good old Mom and Dad to become “successful”.

 

     “Ah, screw it.” I said proudly to myself and trudged over to closet in search of the adventure backpack I put together when I was twelve for a moment exactly like this. Did I know where I wanted to go back then? Not any more than I do right now, but I guess that’s adventure. Suddenly, I felt more alive and excited than I had in years. I practically jumped around my room, picking up a jacket, tearing the tattered pirate flag off the wall above my bed, and other odds and ends that I deemed necessary for adventure. As a must for anyone leaving their home for an indefinite amount of time, I took a moment to take it all in again. Quickly I get over it and I burst back into action. There was only one thing left to do to make this exit as perfect as possible.

 

     Opening my window, I took a deep breath and jumped.

Edited November 22, 2018 by Angel24