NIGHTSKY
You ever get that feeling where it's too noisy in the house? Too loud, too crowded, too hot? You feel invisible in a room full of people. You get lost in the shadows. You fade into the woodwork. That was how Pam felt every time Roy had his friends over. The smell of cigarettes would become unbearable, the sound clack of cards and poker chips as they hit the table would seem 10 times louder, and their shouts and laughter seemed to explode in her head. Especially when they ignored her. So she usually slipped outside for awhile. In fact, Pam spent a lot of time outside.
She didn't mind actually. She minded why she was outside but she didn't actually mind being outside. Roy's friends came over at night mostly, and she liked the way light air felt on her skin and the way the sky looked. She'd let the wind flow over her face and tease strands of her hair loose. She'd breathe in deeply and smell the heavy scent of damp autumn leaves and imagine their colours – golds, bronze, and reds, burnt orange. Or she'd sniff the heady scent of spring flowers and let their gentle petals brush against her hand. But mostly she liked the sky.
Tonight Pam stared up into the night sky, and wrapped her thin, loose cardigan closer around her shivering arms. The stars were strewn against the indigo night sky, looking like tiny peepholes into Heaven. The moon hung delicately in the air circled by stars. It looked fragile, like it was only being held up by the thinnest threads of star shine. She let her eyelids flutter shut and imagined, as she often did, what it would be like to fly. Spread her wings and rise into the beautiful mysteries of the night. She spread out her arms and let the wind whistle past her ears and throw her cardigan back, waving in the wind. She was sure she could actually feel herself getting lighter, the wind carrying her until she was in the air. In reality, however, her feet were still planted firmly on the ground. Whenever she was out here, she felt something. Like there was someone out there who meant something more to her then Roy did. She didn't feel guilty when she thought this which was unusual for her. It was just a stirring in her heart that made her wonder. What if she had met him? What if she saw him everyday? She was sure of it sometimes. Sometimes it was just a fact. That he was out there. Counting the stars and waiting for her. Pam dropped her arms. And walked back inside.
Pam Beesly and Jim Halpert both stared out into the night sky, gazing at the glowing silvery moon and counting the stars.
Review please, if you have the time! I'd love to know what you think of my story; I'm sort of just exercising my writing. Thanks for reading!