She stared out the window while sitting in the habitual rocking chair. She grabbed a ball of yarn in the hand and two needles. She saw those two kids playing outside in the park, a girl and a boy laughing in the swings. Soon, she perceived a delightful smell coming from the kitchen, where her husband was preparing some hot chocolate. Meanwhile, she continued looking through the window at the two innocent children having fun. The sun was setting and the fresh grass grew higher than usual. A magic breeze blew the girl’s hair and their harmonized laughter fills the air.
She crocheted once again sitting in the rocking chair and looking out the window, two teenagers sitting peaceably in the swings, talking while holding hands. The habitual chocolate aroma coming out the kitchen, her husband was making hot chocolate once again. This time, a tear ran down her face, he possessed something he didn’t deserve and she knew he would go someday. Her melancholy grew along with the chemistry between the two teenagers. When the days were filled with intense passion.
She had fallen asleep while watching the TV at the same rocking chair. Her energy was decreasing and she felt everyday more tired that the previous one. She looked at the park beside the house and saw two young adults sitting on a bench, kissing passionately as autumn crept in. Leaves fell around them but they weren’t aware of the real world. She got up the chair to turn the stove off and serve the hot chocolate, her only company in that huge house.
She looked up from the book, the noise wasn’t letting her focus on her reading. She stared out the window for a moment and saw a couple walking in front of the house, pushing a baby carriage. She showed a wrinkled smile that just faded when her eyes directed to the builders demolishing the old park, the old swings and that rusty bench. She missed that chocolate aroma, that restrained touch that saw them grow, that came from company, the irrelevant chocolate aroma always tracking her down and that made her feel less alone.