The Sea Noose

The Sea Noose


I had watched the waves for a long, unknown amount of time. I had seen many sea gulls flying about, looking for food. I had seen a few patches of sea weed being drug up to the surface and onto the sand, only to be taken away later by the tide.

When the sky began changing colors and the sun was close to setting, I knew I had to go back home. I slide off my rock, dusting off my trench coat and shook my legs a little, getting the blood flowing again. The sand was still warm and was a welcome feeling for my feet, having gotten a tad cold from sitting up on the rock.

I took my time, making sure that I didn't miss a thing on my way back. I was looking at the sand as I took each step and I was glancing around for any shells that might have been uncovered by the waves. I was in luck. There were three shells, all similar in size, though not in color. The shells looked to be part of a clam and were pearly white, light, shiny purple and dark brown in color. I slipped them into my pocket and continued on my way home. I made my way up the stone path, the golden grass swaying slightly. I stood in front of the white fence and just looked at my home, taking in everything.

The house had two stories, the second story had a hidden stair case that you had to take to get to. It was painted a dark, ocean blue with hints of lighter blue here and there, scattered about. The windows were simple, they opened outwards and they were surround by musky white shutters. The golden grass hiding the path, continued around the sides of the house, growing wildly, adding to the appearance of a small beach house growing from seemingly no where.

I unlatched the fence and walked to the back door, running my fingers over a few shells that were on the door frame. They were of the same kind that I had found moments before in the sand. I pushed open the door, taking the shells out of my pocket and placing them in the small bowl next to the door. I hung up my trench coat and locked the door. I peaked into the kitchen, making sure things were as they should be and then peaked into the living room. I nabbed the the blanket from the couch, tucking it under my arm and headed to my room.

I folded it neatly and quickly made my bed, lying the blanket on the end. I smoothed out the blankets and nodded to myself. I opened my top drawer once more and pulled out a long silver chain, with an old style key on the chain, from a secret box hidden under my clothes. I slipped off my shirt, changing it out for a soft and loose tank top, the slipped the chain over my head. I closed the drawer and walked from my room. A few feet from my bedroom's door, there was another bedroom and a bathroom.

Next to the other bedrooms door frame, if you looked closely, you would be able to see a key hole, hidden within the wall. I fingered the old key on the chain softly before pushing it into the key hole and turning it. The soft click of something being unlocked sounded in the quiet hallway. I pressed the wall and it moved forward, swinging open to reveal a staircase, leading to the second floor. I quickly made my way up the sitars and into the only room.

The second floor was simply open floor space. There were no other rooms, simply one big room above the first floor. I walked over to the desk pushed up against the far wall with a sliding glass door opening up to the upper balcony. The desk was littered with papers, words were scrambled across most of the papers, a few drawings graced the pile. I sat on the cushioned, rolling chair in front of the desk and rested my elbows on the top surface. My head was being held up by one hand, my other hand idling flipping the papers this way and that, my eyes looking them over.

The words blurred together, looking like one long line of small, scribbled ants that were connected to each other. One of the drawings caught my eye, though. The paper was old, feeling used to the touch. The ink had faded from the original vibrant hues it had been years before. The scene that was painted was simple and elaborate. Lines crossing the paths of other lines, the ink blotching in some spots. The once vibrant colors of blue, white, black, green, and gold were faded and looked soft and fuzzy.

The beautifully painted view of the sea from the second floor balcony was aged so perfectly, the colors blending together, creating a new color between them. The silent and frozen rolling waves were crashing into the rocks, water spewing up from between them. There was a sea gull or two in the sky, still circling for food. The swells of the blue and green color pools of water were puddling on top o and next to the rocks. A white foam was sprinkled over all visible water in small dots.

I set the drawing aside, on an open area of desk. I continued looking through the papers, actually managing to put them in some sort of organized fashion on the desk. The drawings were in one stack, the papers with all the scribbled words in another. I stretched, my arms reaching as far as they could over my head and smiled softly when I heard a soft pop. I stood up and walked to the glass door and slid it open.

I stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath. The ocean air never got old. I walked to the railing and leaned on it, looking out once more to the sea as the sun started to set. The sky turned a beautiful shade of violet, swirling into light blue and dark pink in some spots. I focused my eyes on the sinking sun, looking as if it was being devoured by the sea, the rolling waves seemed to slow ever so slightly.

I walked back into the house, closing and locking the door behind me. I took one last look at the drawing I had set aside, before putting it back and heading back down the stairs. I slowly locked the hidden door with the old key and walked into my bedroom, closing that door behind me, too. I changed my jeans out for a soft pair of flannel bottoms and crawled into bed, the chain and key still around my neck.

My eyes closed as my head rested on my pillow, one of my hands curling around the key, holding it safely against my chest. My legs wrapped themselves into the blankets, trapping the warmth in the small cocoon that I had nestled myself into. My breathing evened out, the grip on the key relaxed as all of my muscles relaxed and my mind drifted into the world of slumbering dreams.