A History Lesson

I remembered myself still staring out at the rain pattering light droplets against my bedroom window. I remembered my arm, how it kept throbbing and aching.

For how long I could not remember. How many minutes, hours… I spent so much time sitting on that chair there, my legs were languishing, tingling with numbness, like small invisible knives ravaging their way from my thighs all the way down to my tippy toes.

Wasn't the most sunshine-bubbly of sights… looking back at it.

All that energy I expended on the effort, all those words, those heavy breathes I heaved… I had all that focus, all that determination, and every single intent dedicated to finishing what we started out there in the garden.

So I sat there, muttered there, remaining consistent with the somber scene I fabricated for myself. Hoping that no matter how long it took, how much willpower it'd take, I'd be able to clear that murky view outside my window.

I never got the rain to stop.