Now with the long journey nearing its end, he felt content.
Never had he accomplished so much and felt so great, all while doing the things
he enjoyed most. Walking, talking, and admiring beauty. Sam kept imagining her
laugh, but it always turned out to be a soft breeze blowing past his ears. How
he longed to see her again, his mind raced with thoughts of tomorrow. He would
not sleep tonight, He was sure of it. As usual he would lie awake under the
moonlit sky. Arms and legs sprawled out freely in the grass, inhaling the pure
taste of the night air into his lungs, and then exhaling with a sigh of relief.
Sam would repeat this over and over until slowly he would fade into his dreams,
which although at this point didn’t quite compare to reality. He had never
experienced a dream as wonderful as today. A dream would seem trivial, and
insignificant. So he wished he wouldn’t dream at all. Sam wondered if Layla
felt the same, he wondered if he had made an impression on her. He had to admit
to himself that he acted a little shy and perhaps a bit nervous, although you
can’t blame a boy for acting that way in front of such an appealing young
woman. It was just a very unexpected day to say the least; to find Layla in the
one and only place in the world he could call his own, and for her to be
exactly what he always strived to find was inconceivable. Before Sam even realized it, he was home. With so much on his mind it was hard to keep track of how far he had walked. It had been his bright idea to run off the road they followed, hoping for a short cut. But as it turned out, it lead him past his field and he arrived from the opposite direction in which he and Layla had left. Sam looked up at his house, and for the first time in his life he noticed how run down it had become sense the passing of his father, he compared it to Layla’s lovely well kept home. It made him sad to think that if his father were here today; his home would not look the way it did. This was the day that Sam made a promise to himself, to spend less time in the field and invest some looking after his home. Sam reached for the moss covered door handle. “I’m Home mother.” He called while opening the door. He heard no reply, but it was mildly late so he assumed his mother had called it an early day, and gone off to sleep. Sleep sounded like a great idea to Sam, after suddenly feeling very tired. The long walk paid a toll on his strength; he was just too busy daydreaming to notice. Sam often would get carried away with his thoughts, sometimes he would sit for hours. Looking out a window, or up into the sky, or over the rainbow cliffs to sea. Some days, there was nothing Sam wanted to do but think, and he was very content doing just that. There were so many thoughts in Sam’s head, it almost seemed like no wonder he needed so much time to think. He would question everything he saw, and would wonder how it worked, or why it looked the way it did. Or why a flower, or a blade of grass looked so beautiful in his eyes. Sam wondered if others could see what he saw, for their sake he hoped they could.
He stepped into his room, which remained untouched. His bed looked lonely in the corner. Neatly made, and pressed. A fine layer of dust was evident on all pieces of furniture. Sam let out a sigh, no matter how many times he stepped foot in here it never felt like home. He sat upon his bed, which gave a welcoming squeak. He felt confined, and caged when he was in this room. The cotton sheets of his bed felt like coarse sandpaper to his hands. The walls felt as if at any moment they would collapse and crush him. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, but he knew he was just accustomed to the freedom of the outdoors. His heaven was beyond the walls of his home. Sam stood up, and got out of his bed. He reached for his heavily knitted sweater, as he could tell by the way the sky looked it was going to be a cold night. He looked around his room for a final time, thinking if there would be anything he should need tonight. Nothing came to mind, so he left his room in a silent desolation. He carefully tiptoed along the narrow corridor of his house towards the back door, where the field awaited his arrival. That’s where Sam saw his mother, laying on the floor. Sam let out a scream of devastation and heartache. It was going to be a cold night indeed. Thunder echoed in the walls of his mind.
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