Theea
one day, I'll be out of time
And I just wanna feel alive
And I just wanna feel alive
I step further inside, the floor creaking under my bare feet. The first thing I notice is the broken window on the east side, a jagged gap letting in the salt-bright air. The place is small—smaller than I remembered—but the layout is open, the kitchen spilling right into the living room. The kitchen is what you walk into first, and my eyes snag on the old oven. Something stirs inside, shifting with a faint scrape.
I decide immediately I don’t want to know. Not yet.
Dust lies thick over everything, muting the colors, softening edges. It smells of old wood, damp salt, and the faint musk of creatures that have been in and out over the years. Scraps of shells, feathers, and what might be chewed rope are tucked into corners. Off the living room, three doors stand slightly ajar—two leading to small bedrooms, the third to a bathroom I can barely see into from here.
“It’s… rough,” I say, turning slowly to take it all in. Then I glance at Caly, a small smile tugging at my mouth. “But with some elbow grease, it could be what it used to be. Maybe even better.”
When she offers to help, my smile brightens into something full and warm.
“A housewarming party,” I echo, the thought making me laugh. “I hadn’t even thought about that. I think I actually know enough people for one.” The realization surprises me—pleasantly.
I glance around again, imagining the dust gone, the paint touched up, flowers back on the porch rails. “I’d be… incredibly grateful for the help. Not today,” I add quickly, grinning. “But maybe I’ll spread the word. See if I can gather people—let it ripple through word of mouth that I could use a few extra hands.”
I step further into the living room, brushing my fingertips over the back of an old chair, already seeing the place not as it is, but as it could be.
"Do you ever miss home? Back with Safrin?"
I decide immediately I don’t want to know. Not yet.
Dust lies thick over everything, muting the colors, softening edges. It smells of old wood, damp salt, and the faint musk of creatures that have been in and out over the years. Scraps of shells, feathers, and what might be chewed rope are tucked into corners. Off the living room, three doors stand slightly ajar—two leading to small bedrooms, the third to a bathroom I can barely see into from here.
“It’s… rough,” I say, turning slowly to take it all in. Then I glance at Caly, a small smile tugging at my mouth. “But with some elbow grease, it could be what it used to be. Maybe even better.”
When she offers to help, my smile brightens into something full and warm.
“A housewarming party,” I echo, the thought making me laugh. “I hadn’t even thought about that. I think I actually know enough people for one.” The realization surprises me—pleasantly.
I glance around again, imagining the dust gone, the paint touched up, flowers back on the porch rails. “I’d be… incredibly grateful for the help. Not today,” I add quickly, grinning. “But maybe I’ll spread the word. See if I can gather people—let it ripple through word of mouth that I could use a few extra hands.”
I step further into the living room, brushing my fingertips over the back of an old chair, already seeing the place not as it is, but as it could be.
"Do you ever miss home? Back with Safrin?"
look mama, i can fly
