She woke up with an uneasy sentiment that something was coming up her way. Something changed and this made her restless, with the feeling that she was missing the big picture. She was actually missing the details as well, which made everything more complicated.
She sat upright on her bed, carefully not to wake her other half and concentrated on the anxious twirl in her stomach. It was eating her up, right from the inside, and she needed to get a hold of it, have control, or in the very least understand it so that she could embrace the moment and get free of it.
It wasn’t fear, even if on the surface she could distinguish the right signs: sweat, trepidation, craving for safety. It was more than that, it was a feeling that she was welcoming in her whole body and wanted to hold onto it as long as possible. It had the smell of the waves of the sea on a sunny day, the touch of the light honeyed breeze of summer, the sound of a joyful song in celebration of heroes of ancient times, the painting of a gliding ship with the white sails into the sunset. It was the ultimate taste of adventures, romance and happy beginnings .
And so she knew. Oh, how she could it all clearly, just like looking into a mirror. The outside world has not changed at all, it was her inside voice that made the switch. As she was sleeping, it incited Fear and Courage to battle and dance together without relentlessness until the very end and she got the vapor of excitement spreading through her limbs, torso, head and heart.
She had no idea what she was supposed to do with all that, but there was no anxiety about the future anymore. She had to live the day as it would come to her and put in the work to fight for this feeling overpowering her to stay. Oh, if she could only have this forever, how wonderful would life be! An unlimited energy pushing her to the limits and into the unknown, oh, the dream…
She decided she would hold on to this moment in time and, to capture it as best as she could, she took a decision: she would write it down. The only way to make something eternal is to put it in words and create stories. A moment is a story to be told and shared and if she could share all that, it will become stronger and bigger and it will touch not only her life, but the ones surrounding her.
It does not have to be a story with a plot, starting from the beginning, through the middle and then the end. It could just be the end and then the beginning and then the middle. Or it could just be the middle. Or it could just not have an end. Stories are emotions and sometimes you cannot know where they start and where they end, but they feed your soul and make it grow. After all, it did not really matter, the important part was to wrap it carefully on paper and preserve it as if it was the most precious jewel of the realm.
It could take the form of pirates fighting for a hidden treasure on a remote island facing incredible obstacles on the high sea and greedy enemies in want for the riches for themselves. Or maybe that of a princess, tired to wait for her magnificent prince on a white horse, that takes the matters in her hands and slays the dragon herself with a sword she would take out of the stone with the power of her will. What if it was about a French baguette in a small boulangerie in a Parisian street waiting for someone to notice it’s crustiness and deliciousness and to take her on her own small adventure? Each client entering the shop would be the hope of something incredible that would happen and it would open the world of amazing possibilities! or maybe just a story about a kid walking barefoot in the grass searching for flowers to weave a crown to become the king of nature, without actually realising he was already that for a time and there was no need for a crown to become a royalty.
Endless possibilities were at the tips of her fingers and she knew that as long as she could write about those she would keep the exhilaration flowing through her veins.
So she started putting words down, one after another…
