Daniel Jaskowak Informal Writing #1

               Here I stand alone, and no one can see me.  I am like a book in a grocery store that no one sees, for no one shops for books in grocery stores.  I am invisible, but to whom does it matter?  I am on a journey to find someone who was made for me, yet how can I find her if I feel like she cannot see me?  My task it seems is ominously difficult, yet something inside me still gives me hope. 

               Every now and then I catch a glimpse of my love on my couch at home, and she is waiting for my arrival.  I approach her to see her face and to touch her hand, but she vanishes from sight.  It is as though a malevolent ghost is torturing me, and becomes stronger with my sorrow.  At night I dream of a stunning woman dressed in white, and she is running towards me.  Every time I get within reach of her flawless hand I wake up, and lay in my unending disappointment.  Her face is always a blur to me, yet I know that I will recognize her as soon as I lay my eyes upon her. 

               I am forever on the lookout, but still I have to go through my mundane routine of work.  I work as an accountant for a power plant, and my office is on the fifth floor.  My office is modest, and has a small desk and a window with a red curtain.  Through the curtain I see a shadow of a beautiful woman, and I am the only one who can see it.  I have asked many coworkers if they see anything through the curtain, and they always tell me no.  Before I start work every morning I tear open my curtains and look for my maiden, but I only ever see the street below and the building across the street.  I keep my curtains drawn throughout the day to prevent myself from being distracted by the shadow, yet even with the curtains drawn, she still haunts me.  I am always asking myself “What if?” and telling myself that it is just my imagination.  At the end of the day I close the curtains to find my lady’s shadow just as I had that morning, and take a moment to double check that she is not really there. 

               When I get home, I smell the aroma of a home cooked meal, and hear a lovely humming coming from the kitchen.  I walk into the kitchen and see my love faced away from me at the stove.  My face lights up and I go to give her a hug, but as soon as I wrap my arms around her, she vanishes. 

               Such is life for me, yet I know there is so much more. However, when I find you, I will finally be who I want to be, and my life will be complete.