It's been absolutely forever since I've been on here, haha.
In half an hour, it shall be Gobble, Gobble day. A day of thanks, of tons of food. Loud family and friends. Or maybe just a quiet dinner at home.

Who knows? Everyone's day is different.

I'll be spending Gobble, Gobble day with my mom and my brothers. A simple, small family dinner thing.

Two nights ago...I couldn't sleep. At least, not right away. So, I wrote this:

She stared out the window, looking at the pouring rain with a small smile. She loved to watch the rain, to see the many drops of water falling in one massive sheet. The sound of the rain with its drip, drip, dripping soothed her as well as the occasional thunderclap. Lightening caught her eye as she pressed her forehead to the window with a soft sigh.
Here she was, sitting at the window, when she should be asleep. She shouldn't be watching the rain or catching lightening flashes. She should be asleep, dreaming. She wasn't ready to dream just yet. Dreams only brought him to her mind, and she wasn't ready to see him just yet.
She liked to see him; she did. Yet, it scared her a bit. She didn't intentionally dream of him; he was just there. He was there. She was here. They were in two separate places.
She'd rather have him here with her. It'd be easier that way. At least, she hoped it'd be easier that way.
She closed her eyes; her forehead still pressed the cold glass. Jumping lightly at the loud clash of thunder, she turned her head, pressing her cheek to the window.
Rain was here, and rain was there. She was here, but he was there.
She smiled softly.
Maybe he was watching the rain as well rather than sleeping. If he was, then there was no longer a here or there. It was now one place, one connection.
She leaned back, removing her face from the window. Her eyes still closed; she pulled her knees to her chest, resting her cheek upon one.
She should be asleep, not listening to the rain. Dreams would find her soon, and she'd see him, just like she always did. She was ready for them now.
Here...there...it didn't matter anymore. The rain was a many forming one. Awake was her many. Dreams were her one. So, just until her alarm broke in, she wouldn't be many. She'd be one.


I love the rain. I really do. I honestly wish that I had one of those window seats, so when it did pour, I could just sit there, staring out of the window.
My friend said she knew who the 'he' was in this blog. But the only inspiration for this was the rain. Haha..

I'm tired as hell, but I'm still awake right now. I'm still trying to figure out my reasons. (Though, I really do know what they are.)

But:

Goodnight and Happy Gobble Gobble Day