11:30

insight thirteen
she smiled as she passed the cream house on the way to school, clean windows with the china plates and bouquets of lilies sitting upon the ledge. a cheerful glimmer reflected off her blue eyes, brightening the mornings of the people who saw her. viewing the empty bus stop she strolled towards it, taking in the peace that hugged her.

Sie lügt.

murmuring the words of a Green Day song, she grinned at the small dogs that were playfully bounding after a stick, not a care in the world. everyone talked to her, asking about her weekend and how her amazing relationship was going; she spoke proudly of herself, not in a boasting sort of way, but in a soft and intriguing way.

Es ist zu gut, um wahr zu sein.

friends greeted her as they wandered up to class, another lesson with good grades and disruptive children. reading her book slowly, her mind escapes to the Sunday with the boy of her dreams. one smooth hand slipped into hers, his deep brown eyes fixated on her soft lips, hair flopping over his right eyebrow. moments after their kiss, butterflies birthed in her stomach, forcing her out of thought.

Liebt er sie?

time tocks by while she remains joyful, her rosy cheeks stretched into a laugh every so often. Hidden stares are exchanged between her and her lover, the few moments of pure happiness as their eyes meet then break apart in shyness. It's only at lunch time they truely got to talk, but she adored him; his laugh and his words flowing loudly from his lips, the ones that she wished to kiss. she drifted from her dreams and giggled at a joke he made, her eyes flickering to the blue sky that is  scattered with birds and butterflies that will probably land in her stomach as it fills with loveable delight.

Ich wundere mich, wenn sie wirklich glücklich ist.

daylight fading, she ran the bath of bubbles and citrus scents, a relaxing and refreshing rest from the stress of existence . a few minutes pass before her phone rang, a cute, sleepy voice calling her name. resting it on the sink, she slipped into the warm water, sighing in relief as the bubbles rise only an inch from the top. kind words muffle from the speaker as the lovers talked for many moments about their trip to the coast, a beach escape away from reality.

Sie hat ein tiefes Geheimnis unter dem Wasser.

with an hour till midnight, she rested her head upon the creased pillow, closing her bright eyes until the birds sing the next morning. as her dreams consumed her,  images of him and her flicker from wedding to picnics, the same smile plastered on her face and the same loving look in his eyes. sounds of bird rhythms filled the room, waking her like a fairytale, sun dispersed around the curtains. tying her shoes tight, the door bell rings and a suitcase is placed in the porch; he's here. each sign that passes eagers her mood, the childish spark pulling at her, begging her to greet the ocean once again.

Träume ich?

laps of waves covered their bare toes as they sat on the high rock, taking in the dying colours of the sun set, treasuring these moments together. a single kiss is shared before they walked back, hand in hand, to the picturesque cottage by the shore, thatched roof calved precisely. night draws in slowly and the bed is already occupied by the lovers, cuddled sound asleep under the light blue blanket. dark stars shine though the misted window, lighting up the room like a midnight disco, making the dust dance in the air.

Früher mochte ich der Strand.
Aber jetzt ist sie weg.
Und ich bemerkte nie die Zeichen.
Sie ist jetzt glücklich.
Aber ich vermisse sie.
Ich liebe Sie.

👽