A/N: So yeah… _ I know I haven't updated in months and I apologize sincerely for that. I had exams out the wazoo and exams breathing over my neck, plus the added stress of figuring out the rest of my college classes. Those are the main excuses; the other is that I shamelessly got addicted to another fandom but fear not! I will finish this series of "Letters" no matter what! With that out of the way, let this drabble proceed.
DO NOT OWN UNDER ANY-yeah, you all know what it says.
Window
After Mother had discovered that I was sneaking away each morning to spend precious time with you, my ties to the world outside my home were cut short. Her excuse was that pirates were on the island (when weren't they?) and pirates were bad people. I remember trying to explain that not all pirates were terrible people (you namely) but she wouldn't hear a word of it. I would've blamed you, Roger, because your crew was always docked at our port, but it was silly and childish to put that on you. Instead, I questioned how I would tell you I wasn't allowed out when…well, I wasn't allowed out (27 years old and grounded like a child.)
I used to sit at my desk and stare out the window, at the sea, at the sky, whatever my eyes landed on. Ever so fondly did I call this "grounding sentence" my confinement; it certainly felt like it. Because boredom always ate away at me, I took up sketching everything I saw out that window: people, flowers, clouds, and so on. This pattern continued on for what seemed like years and it wasn't uncommon for me to stare out that window all day.
On one unusually hot day, I still sat at my desk with that window wide open to let in the cooling sea breeze. I glanced up every-so-often to continue on with my sketch of whatever caught my attention. It kept me sane I suppose. I had been drawing a bird perched outside the window when I glanced up to find you staring back at me. I remember falling backwards out of my chair in surprise to which you apologized over and over, reaching in to lend me a hand. I righted myself and called to my mother (who had asked what the crash was) before looking back at you with my hands on my hips.
"Why, pray tell, are you in my window?" I asked civilly and I really tried to sound annoyed with you but I had missed you. You grinned widely and answered that I hadn't come by to say hi and decided to investigate. I wasn't at all surprised; it was something you would do, of course. I sighed and proceeded to tell you about my "confinement" and you couldn't stop from laughing.
"A grown woman, grounded like a child!" I was slightly annoyed with your raucous laughter, especially since I was sure Mother was close enough to hear. At long last, you quieted and sat your chin on the window sill, asking what I had been doing to kill time; I showed you the poor sketches I had done. You laughed again and I snapped the book shut and stashed it in my desk drawer. I exclaimed that you probably couldn't do much better, but asked what new adventures you had gone on in my absence. You grinned and relayed back to me the excursions you had been doing through the town without me watching you. This pattern of coming to my window to chat continued until the very end of my grounding sentence.
I still stare out this window and sketch what I see. I will glance up to check the subject of my poor artistic skills and every so often, I will catch myself hoping you will be sitting there, grinning dumbly to tell of the day's adventures.
So yes, a new update. Hallelujah and hello. Hopefully, I can redeem myself with this and if not…well, I think of something. So thank you for being patient with me (those who still remain) and as always, reviews and requests are always open! Thanks for reading!