An empty pail of happy

        Didn't get to sleep until 8 in the morning due to my incurable addiction to fanfiction. Besides that point, as I stared at the ceiling for a small rest of the eyes, a cold wind blew through my window, shaking the curtains and creating a trail of goosebumps to rise upon my skin. Quickly I snuggled under my covers, immediately loving the warmth that surrounded me without question and suddenly broke out into squeals of joy. After squirming and becoming as comfortable as possible, feeling but not seeing the crinkles of my eyes at my happiness, I understood something that slowly drained the immense happy feeling from my aura. At that precise moment, I realized that when I settled into the warm cocoon of my father's bed, I was the happiest that I had ever been for a long time. And after that thought passed me, I also started to wonder.



When did I stop being happy?

& then I started to cry.

Reviews

[Henry S]

I enjoyed reading it, thank you.

[ZackOfBridge]

A very honest and well written piece. Seems to be a journal rather than a story, but still well written. I hope the happiness keeps coming to you.