Sara sat on her windowsill with the toothbrush in her mouth. She looked out into the world; into the lives of her neighbors. An old couple was sitting at a table, having dinner. They didn’t talk, but something about them looked peaceful. It looked like a comfortable silence. She looked at the apartment above the couple’s and saw a young woman singing into a hairbrush while dancing in her underwear. It made Sara chuckle. She almost wanted to remember her youth, but she pushed that thought away with a slight shake of her head. She continued brushing her teeth and looking at her neighbors. The naked man doing his daily workout. The couple with the guests, laughing and clinking their glasses in celebration of something; maybe a birthday or an engagement, or some other happy event. Sara kept looking at the lives in front of her as if she was switching channels on the TV. When she saw a woman crying alone, hiding her face in her palms, she decided that she had seen enough. Sara pulled her curtains closed and all the memories of the lives she had seen faded instantly. Almost.
She trudged to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth and wash her face. It was such an automatic thing to do, she did not react when she caught a glimpse of her pale face in the mirror. Sara undressed and threw her clothes in the hamper. It was time to do a load of laundry, then again, it could wait another day. Making her way to the bedroom, she switched off the lights and found a comfortable position in bed. She switched on the TV and let the colors illuminate the dark room. Sara didn’t have anything particular to watch, and so she switched channels until she came across something that appeared almost interesting. After a couple of minutes of looking at the screen, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through social media.
Sometime during her evening routines, a thought had crept into her mind that didn’t let her go. She was alone. Lonely. Everything about her existence was mundane. She was an average woman without anything exciting happening in her life.
No one would spend time looking into her window. She was invisible. Sara grinned. It was a course and a superpower. Don’t let anyone notice you!
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Little author’s note (how very…!)
392 words. This was a very spontaneous thing to be written. There is something like an idea where I want to go and what I want to happen forming in my head. But we’ll see how that goes. I could just as well abandon this again in no time. I am aware that things could and should be elaborated, but this is the very first draft. There is not much thought behind these words (yet). No overthinking (yet). And definitely no editing of any kind. Remember, my first language is Luxembourgish, everything I write in English has to be translated in my head first. Imagine seeing an image in your mind and describing it in a foreign language you haven’t used like that in a while… Yeah, nothing is finished or perfect about this. But still, enjoy reading this short bit. 💜❤️
reflections of an unquiet mind 