(Sequel to In the Memory Of.. )
One of the windows of her room was banged open by the air pressure, still she didn’t bother to close it. A mug of coffee sat beside her on her bedside table, as little flares of smoke danced on top of its rim. She took a yellow clip out of her hair and started to type on her laptop. Her blanket rested by her feet as cold December air tingled with the skin of her feet. She had forgotten to wear her fluffy socks. She had started to forget a lot of things.
Cold air kept sneaking in, just like her memories. Winter had always been her favorite season, mainly because it used to come for small periods of time where she lived. She loved her jackets and sweaters that her mother would usually put away for the rest of the year. She loved staying at home – for the reserve and introvert child she was. She loved sleeping for long periods of time, since winter nights are longer than summer nights. She loved it when her classes at school would end super early since winter days are shorter than summer days. She liked it when she had the stamina to stand cold water since she loved cold showers no matter the season. Then as years went by, Moriya lost interest in winter. Or maybe Moriya lost interest in life itself.
Her phone vibrated. Moriya had forgotten about the mug of coffee. As she turned her head to check the notification on her phone screen, she uttered “… well, shit.” under her breath. The coffee had gone cold, but it was no use crying over spilled milk. She drank the coffee in one go. Coffee. A face flashed on the projection screen of her mind. She smiled and checked her phone. “Stranger Writers retweeted a tweet“, her display read. She put down her phone and started looking at her laptop screen. Moriya realized a few moments later, she had been staring at her screen – lost. She was everywhere but where she was sitting. The wonders of a thread of stream of consciousness.
A little girl was standing with her mother beside a stall in the market. Her mother was trying to fix a pink colored beanie on her small head. The overload of cuteness led Moriya to exclaim, “Oh. My. Goodness. She’s so cute!!“. All of a sudden the market faded away into dust and she was home. Moriya’s mother was trying to help her wear a denim jacket. “But I don’t like it!“, Moriya told her opinion about the jacket to her mother. “Yeah just put your right arm into this sleeve, Moriya. Believe me it will look good on you.“, her mother insisted as she struggled with her stubborn daughter. Moriya wore the jacket and stood in front of her mirror. “Yes it does look good!“, Moriya exclaimed. “I told you so.“, Moriya’s mother smiled at her and tucked her ruffled silky hair under her ear. “Should we go home?“, Moriya’s father asked and brought her back to the noise and chaos of the market. “Yes.“, she replied to her father and followed him to their car. Everything was there but her mother wasn’t. Her heart wasn’t either.
Her room had gotten pretty cold by the time she came back from the small visit to her past. Moriya decided to let the window stay the way it was. She got up from her bed and wore a hoodie. Hoodies were pretty much the only thing about winter that she liked now. The static energy caused by the friction of her hair and her hoodie threw her bag of thoughts back at the memory lane. Something sparked.
“Did you see it?“, Moriya asked her younger sister, Hunzel. “See what?“, Hunzel answered with a question. Moriya rubbed her index finger across the blanket whilst laying down with her sister. “This!“, Moriya pointed towards something in the dark. Something sparked. “Are you talking about the flicker of light?“, Hunzel tried to comprehend what she’d seen just then. “Yes. It’s called static energy. My science teacher taught us about it today.“, Moriya briefed her younger sister who was still too young to understand seventh grade science. “But I already knew about it. I raised my hand and gave her this blanket example. She was very impressed.“, Moriya carried on. Hunzel looked blank at her sister who was talking about things that she didn’t know existed. “You won’t get it. But it’s nice, right?“, Moriya rubbed her index finger across the blanket once again. “Yes, it is. Can I try it?“, Hunzel asked with a puppy face. Moriya nodded yes. Hunzel fell asleep before Moriya did. Her small hands clenched tightly over her small sleeves of her small sweater melted Moriya’s heart. Hunzel’s hair was a mess, so she delicately tucked the hair on her forehead to the sides. Hunzel smiled in her sleep. Moriya kissed her forehead and closed her own eyes and fell asleep. She didn’t know that she was going to miss this night later on in her life. Winter… Sigh.
Moriya felt slumber knocking on her eyelids. She’d had a tiring day and sitting in front of the screen for so long only burned her eyes. She put away her things and fell onto her bed. The blanket felt cozy and warm, and she tucked herself in. She was a big girl now and thinking of that brought a partial smile to her lips. Wrapped in a blanket and looking like a burrito, she remembered how things had changed; and how most of them had changed for the better. The warmth outside her being was just as strong as the coldness inside her. Winter was just another season in Moriya’s new view – for her heart had lost its warmth. The warmth had died of cold.