Sarah used to have solar flowers on the bureau by the window. They were given out at Jesse’s party. Mike hadn’t wanted hers, so Sarah had two. They were purple and yellow with green pots, and they danced, powered by the sunlight. They were silly little things, but Sarah loved watching them wiggle. They felt like company.
For now, they were packed away with her stuffed platypus collection and the candles she never lit. One of them has a guaranteed seven treasures waiting to be melted out of the wax. Sarah is afraid of matches and of flames, so she plans on digging out the treasures one day, just as soon as she is willing to part with the caramel colored candle.
She is sitting on her new bed looking at the empty room. The bureau, the walls, the closets – all empty. Nothing looks like her. Nothing feels like home. It smells of paint and carpet, and the heater starting up.
Dorothy, Sarah’s mom, gave Sarah’s single bed to Aunt Jennifer. Cousin Jeffrey is going to use it now, because he is about to become a big boy. She bought this queen-sized one for Sarah, and it was given with a promise of sleepovers.
Jesse, Mike, and Roberta, had said they would visit. Mike even promised to bring Joe with her. Sarah thought she would miss that cat most of all. She and Joe had a special understanding.
They all promised that they would still be friends, even though Sarah now lived in an apartment in Westville. It was only forty minutes away from her old neighborhood, but it felt like it could have been on the moon. She didn’t even know if there was enough light from her new bedroom window to make the flowers dance.
For now, they were packed away with her stuffed platypus collection and the candles she never lit. One of them has a guaranteed seven treasures waiting to be melted out of the wax. Sarah is afraid of matches and of flames, so she plans on digging out the treasures one day, just as soon as she is willing to part with the caramel colored candle.
She is sitting on her new bed looking at the empty room. The bureau, the walls, the closets – all empty. Nothing looks like her. Nothing feels like home. It smells of paint and carpet, and the heater starting up.
Dorothy, Sarah’s mom, gave Sarah’s single bed to Aunt Jennifer. Cousin Jeffrey is going to use it now, because he is about to become a big boy. She bought this queen-sized one for Sarah, and it was given with a promise of sleepovers.
Jesse, Mike, and Roberta, had said they would visit. Mike even promised to bring Joe with her. Sarah thought she would miss that cat most of all. She and Joe had a special understanding.
They all promised that they would still be friends, even though Sarah now lived in an apartment in Westville. It was only forty minutes away from her old neighborhood, but it felt like it could have been on the moon. She didn’t even know if there was enough light from her new bedroom window to make the flowers dance.