5 Minuet Write Down (modified) 1.1.21
“Insomnia is such a pain” Lisa groaned dragging her feet down the empty streets. She was not in a major city with nightlife to entertain the mind, but also not in the country that she was lonely exploring the enough that the streets were bare She wonders through the park hoping nature would inspire the sleep angels to sprinkle a little magic her way, but instead stumbles upon a museum hidden in the trees. She inches closer finding a few people walking aimlessly around and decides to take a closer look. Stepping inside she sees such beautiful things; art, jewels, sculptures, and so much her eyes could not hid the glisten of excitement hidden inside them. She longed for half of the adventure these items held. So much history not yet uncovered or told. Standing their before one of the illustrious jewls and said a quiet prayer that one day she would have a story to tell. Continuing through the museum she becomes captivated by another sculpture of a muse exposed, and fellow patron knocks into her casuing them both to tumble to the ground. There is a chaos of apologies and gathering of contents scattered across the floor she looks up an notices the assaliant with his arm extending to help her up. Feeling her cheeks begin to warm up she stammers “thank you” and takes his hand. He gives her a once over and ensures she is steady before continuign his path. She watches him head towards the stairs and sees him turn towards her once more. She feels her cheeks get warmer still and tries to look away but can’t seem to break from the spell of his eyes. He smirks and turns his head away, but not before he breaths “try watching where your going next time”. Her jaw drops with anger and embarrassment that she found him even remotely attractive, even if for a moment. Growing tired she returns home to rests her eyes. Waking refreshed from last nights adventures, she begins to ready herself for another mundane Thursday. Emptying the contents of her bag to make room for lunch catches the glow of something unfamilar at the bottom of her bag. Her eyes widen and her heart begins to race. Staniding there in her tiny studio apartment that she could barely afford, she held the emerald from last night’s display. She remembers watching it, lingering some might accuse. Before she could think of what to do next she hear a knock at her door. Her mind flutters with the the many possibilities of who could be at her door. She immediatly thinks its meusim securtiy, secrete service, or even the bomb squad. But none of her crazy ideas could have prepared her for who was really at her door. Looking through the peep hole she notices the hat and familiar build from the man who knocked her down last night escaping, she now realizes, from the museum. “I know your there and that you have something that belongs to me” he calls to her, “I promise I don’t bite much and would rather not have to pick your lock”. Something about his voice made her want to trust him. It was velvety smooth and confident. She sighs and hits her forehead thinking “Oh Lisa what trouble did you get yourself into”.
