Mystic Fiction and Reality

The Kpop Star in Disguise  Rain beats against my window beckoning me outside. It’s been showering off and on for the past few days taking the paralyzing bite of summer heat away—in other words my type of weather. I shuffle around my dark cluttered room searching for my yellow rain boots. I keep forgetting to remind mom to get a new lamp in here, but I’ve gotten so good at seeing in the dark (cat-vision) that I don’t really need it anymore. Boarding up the only window in my room that expels all sunlight probably didn’t help my case either. I find one shoe among the pile of clothes on my closet floor and the other trapped under my bed along with the hundreds of old children’s books that I refuse to throw away. I get so bored sometimes when Abby and Rico (my two closest friends) can’t come over or when I can’t get a good enough internet signal downstairs to use my phone, so what else what would I do? Even though I’ll be eighteen in three weeks my mom still doesn’t trust me to have

Moonlight melts into my closed room enveloping my entire being. I can do nothing but stare at the source as still as a statue. My glassy eyes reflect the stars. My bare arms hug my knees as I sit in an oversized shirt (almost hiding my swollen belly) by the open window on my naked nightstand by the bed. Various belongings, like my alarm clock and Bible, are thrown on the floor, Even my spit bottle. My head heavy with regret rests on the window frame as I watch the illuminated clouds, high in the sky, slowly pass their elder. Sweat gathers at my temples even though it’s rather cool for a September night in Virginia. I don’t bother to wipe it away but let the stirring wind cool me down. Silently I beg God to stop time, but hours continue to drift by. Soon the night sky fades away to make room for the day.