Aeolation, I

She hung up the phone. Well, thank God that's over, she thought. Sara wasn't really a bad person, but when that girl called, what was she to...1

The sun quickly distracted her. She wasn't planning on staying on her deck, lying sprawled out in the middle, on this bright afternoon. Morning. Evening. Whatever it was. She had things to do, homework probably, and people to call and...eyes to rest and...dreams to dream...2

She rolled from her back onto her side, tucked her arms into her stomach, and curled her legs up. Sara couldn't nearly rest if she wasn't hidden somewhat. She often thought that that was why she had such long brown hair, untamed and irritating as it was: It hid her. In fact, not at all, but there was something of that shadowy element about it, to her. Some of her hair had now fallen in front of her eyes, and she didn't care. The sun felt so warm, and its warmth was a welcome foreign feeling. Sara was one of those always-cold people, even on lovely spring days like this one. The longer she lay there, the more comforted and absolutely contented she became.3

Until the wind. The wind was like an inescapable nuisance that came and wouldn't reappear until Sara's comfort had mostly returned. However, it soon escalated from a mere nuisance. Its chill became a touch, an unearthly caress up and down the length of her body that put Sara on her guard, even when the wind wasn't blowing, and it was only the sun penetrating her skin with its gentle, soothing rays. She could hear the roar it started in the distance, frightening everything it crossed as it came, and it was in this way that she sensed its coming. In fact, the wind blew more now, and harder and harder and louder and louder. Sara curled up more; her muscles tensed, and a shiver began from the depth of her soul to her outermost layer. She wanted to just get up and go inside; that was all she needed do to escape the unseen monster. But she couldn't...she couldn't. She couldn't even open her eyes for fear of what she would see there...4

Then came a soft brush by her arm and her face that was unaccompanied by a roar or even by chill; in fact, this touch was warm. Sara opened her eyes and quickly sat up, steadying herself by putting her hands flat on the ground on either side of her. Her small black and tan dog strutted past, but turned for a second to give Sara a look of superiority. Sara stood, though too quickly: For a moment, her legs felt weak and her vision went black. As soon as her blood reached her whole body, she drew herself to her full height, which wasn't so tall, and bravely looked around. I let the wind scare me. She looked up at the sky now. Clouds loomed overhead that had looked much closer when she watched them while lying down and talking on the phone. Now they looked ominous, but ominous, distant, and aloof. Clouds could never bother her like the wind would. 5

She left it all behind and went to undo the latch on the door to her house. As she did, the wind blew a last warning gust. Sara felt her spirit coil into itself...but not her body. She walked inside and shut the door behind her.
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