SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY ! * open

[BRYNNE E. GOLIGHTLY-FITZGERALD]

I'M SITTIN ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY
WATCHIN' THE TIDES ROLL AWAY

OOH, I'M SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY
WASTIN' TIME - - - - - *

the dock was by far brynne's favorite place to sit when the weather was nice. especially on days like today, when the temperature was moderately steamy and the humidity made it feel almost sticky. the misty breeze from the water was always the perfect cure for such a diagnosis, and the sky, untainted with clouds, carried a radiant blue that, no one could deny, was up to par with postcard scenery. this glorious scenery was not what had drawn brynne to the dock, though. it wasn't the sky nor the radiant sun that held her attention. it was the scenery on the very far edge of the water that kept her captivated. as she sit perched upon the very edge of the dock, extended about twenty feet out into the bay, she held her gaze towards the very edge of the horizon. it was the place where the water seemed to end in an almost linear fashion and hit a very vague and grayed piece of land that looked no more than a mountainous bulk of nothing. many over looked the sight of the other peninsula, as it seemed less extravagant from this far away, but brynne had always been intrigued by how close the two peninsulas really were.

brynne leaned back, holding herself up with her palms against the wood of the dock. her feet cascaded over the edge and her bare feet danced lightly atop the tide that rolled in. with a sharp inhale, she took in the scent of the bay. as any bay, it smelled heavily of the ocean and salt. her gaze was still transfixed upon the mass of land at the edge of the horizon. it was one of those moments where she began to wonder if anyone else was sitting out on the opposite bay doing the same. her thoughts had run rather rampant after the initial spark of curiosity. perhaps it was someone she knew sitting way out there. perhaps it was him. of course, all thoughts always led to the same thing. the one thing that drove her nearly insane, an unyielding love for the person she couldn't have. well, couldn't isn't necessarily the correct word. shouldn't, perhaps? or didn't? maybe even, all of the above.

a sigh fell from her lips as her initial thought continued to spark a chain of related thoughts. they all mushed together in a melting pot of questions until they all boiled down to the same thing. how did i end up like this? it was the same question she had asked herself for the past three years. the same question she constantly wondered. how did it all happen? of course, the question seemed melodramatic, but by no means had brynne acted in such a manner. it was merely an honest question that bore its way down into her mind until nearly every thought lingered upon it. to say she had ended up anywhere was a bit of a lie since she had barely started going anywhere, but the direction she was headed was what had caused such a profound question. it was a bright red warning sign telling her how discontent she was, despite her bubbly facade. although it led to a bit of bitterness on her part, it was enough to make her question her lifestyle just enough to make her contemplate putting forth the effort to take action against it.

surprisingly, none of her thoughts felt any anger towards what had been going on. though, it worried her quite a bit that she felt nothing about her husband's affair with her so-called best friend. if anything at all, she blamed herself for letting it happen and even more for letting it continue. no bitterness or resentment towards the situation, just complete apathy. she was well aware of everything that was going on and did absolutely nothing to stop it or even acknowledge the issue's existence. the only emotion that grew quite prominently within her was remorse. a heavy regret for allowing herself to be trapped in such a scandalous existence. a heavy regret for letting herself be pressured into the marriage in the first place. a heavy regret for letting the love of her life go, and an even more painful regret for doing absolutely nothing about it. yet, here she was sitting at the edge of the dock, continuing to waste her time wondering how it had all happened, rather than finding a fix.

TAGGED , open
WORD COUNT , seven hundred and forty-three
MUSIC , black and gold by sam sparro
NOTES , this is an entirely random post.