Post by Isabella Cullen on Apr 16, 2009 22:21:48 GMT -5
Bella was sitting on the couch, reading. The house was oddly quiet, especially with so many people in it and with hearing like hers. A book was resting gently in her hands, open to a page that Bella had been staring at for the last half hour. Her concentration was simply non-existent today. She was listening for any sign of life in the house. Waiting for someone to entertain her. She said nothing and looked nowhere but at the page of her book. She heard gentle footsteps from the floor above her, and she considered looking up, but she knew she'd see nothing. Finally she broke the contact with the page, thinking if her eyes bore at it any longer, the book was certain to burst into flames.
The skies opened up outside, allowing the sun to peek through the windows. The sunlight touched Bella, allowing her skin to sparkle. She looked at it, watching it cast rainbows of color in the air. The spectrums of color danced around the room, hitting the mirror and reflecting the light right back to Bella. She smiled, remembering how great it felt to be where she was: with the people she loved.
The skies opened up outside, allowing the sun to peek through the windows. The sunlight touched Bella, allowing her skin to sparkle. She looked at it, watching it cast rainbows of color in the air. The spectrums of color danced around the room, hitting the mirror and reflecting the light right back to Bella. She smiled, remembering how great it felt to be where she was: with the people she loved.
