Window

The moderator gave us a phrase and we were free to write about anything that we wanted to. Time given to write was 10 minutes. 

The prompt was : “He woke up and the first thing he saw from his window was…”

He woke up and the first thing he saw from his window was two little birds chirping happily to each other. He knew it was just his eyes that was seeing that. The other part of him was still very much asleep. Maybe not his hands. His hand clasp tight to the smaller hand that belongs to the girl in front of him. The pale little body that was still fighting to get air in her lungs. 

It was the wild beeping that woke him up really. His hands became clammy. Painted with irrational liquid fear of what might happen. His neck could not figure itself to tell the brain to turn so that he could face the little face. He snapped his eyes shut. Composing himself. 

It was the little hand that guided his face. His retina registered the clear blue iris that he had prayed for for days. The strange smell of the sterile room and the buzzing of the machines overwhelm him. The pale lips cracked a little. A smile. He thought to himself. 

It could just be his dream. Soft whisper tickled his drums. “Forgive me.” It spoke in her voice. 

The beeping sound blared around him. He woke up and the first thing he saw from the window was a group of nurses rushed towards his bedside.