The Enchanted Hour

I wrote this a while back. Another moment-in-time. =]

She awoke before anyone else. The sun was just beginning to stretch over the horizon. What a beautiful world greeted her outside her window. Her bed was deep and warm, but she knew she could not go back to sleep. Not with these heavy thoughts weighing on her mind and heart. She slipped out of bed and grabbed her new Bible. As she descended the steps, she only made one sound; the bottom step creaked, but no one was awake to hear. Once in the living room, she sat in the chair she had occupied the night before, when games and laughter had rung throughout the house. All was still now. Not even the sound of the sleepers' breathing could be heard. Her mind strayed to thoughts and images of the handsome young man who held her heart captive. He was so quiet, it had taken her a long time to notice him, longer to notice how kindly he treated others and his quiet sense of humor, and longer still to discover that she was losing her heart to him. She was not the type of girl to give her affections away freely, not until a young man truly worthy enough came along. It seemed that he had come along and he had stolen her heart without even knowing it, despite the fierce struggle she had put up against it. But where was she now? Sitting in the living room, despairing over the fact that he would likely never love her in return. She looked down at her bible as she fought back tears. The pages of Psalms blurred in her vision as a tear slipped from her eye, down her cheek and onto her forearm. She stood and walked across the room in search of a tissue, but found none so she settled for a napkin. She grabbed a few more before sitting back down to again attempt to read the Psalms. Her luck was as good as before; tears wet her cheeks as she cried silently. Her heart felt sick and her chest was heavy as though being pressed by some invisible oppressor. She closed her eyes and quietly spoke the first words to be uttered in the house that morning, "Why, Lord? Why? Why must I care for him so deeply? Will you have him love me in return? You are Lord of all, you can do all things! Please... please soften his heart towards me, Lord! Please..." She continued on in that way until her tears subsided and she dried them. She sat in silence, just her, God, and the words of David for the next few moments. Then she heard movement from downstairs, the enchanted hour was over, the house was waking.