A Little Drop of Sunshine

She stared out from the shaded window an inch away from her nose, resting her her heavy chin on her hands. She watched longingly as the waves gently tackled each other, racing to the wet, sandy beach. She watched as a seagull flew effortlessly in the air, as it glided down hovering over the big blue ocean searching. Searching for what? Food? A fish right beneath the surface, one dive from being its dinner? The only thing stopping it, making it hesitate, was the cool water's misleading surface.
She peeled her eyes from the bird and brought them to the sun. The brilliant golden circle in the pink streaked sky touched the oceans edge. Its warmth burned her blue irises, so she looked at its layered reflection mirrored on the water beneath its golden glory. She felt like the bird as she looked at God's creation from the shaded window; Just like the refraction misled the seagull, the sun misled her. How could something so beautiful, so splendid, so warm and inviting be so harmful to her tender, pale skin. She envied its warmth that she could never feel.
She limited her vision to the cool glass in front of her face. She saw the pale reflection of a girl with brown curly hair that brushed her shoulders staring back at her, only a hint of sunshine sparkling from her eyes.
She sighed as she looked back at the sun's reflection. If she could just have one drop of its golden sweetness- sweetness like honey. One that wouldn't burn her skin or make her itch. One that she wasn't allergic to. She would be happy. She sighed as she reluctantly turned her attention to her room. Her trap. Her world without a sun. Bamboo floors showed clearly in the open space. Ocean blue bed spread lay neat;ly near the swaying hammock. Green walls the color of nature- the color of grass and spring leaves, were scattered with hanging paintings of forests, beaches, and nature; The things she couldn't experience as long as the sun shone. She had the wood, the ocean, and the green grass, but the only sunshine she had was what her eyes carried.
She noticed the blank easel that stood in the corner of her room. Paints open and brushes clean, lying on the desk next to it. She brought the easel by the window that she had so many times stared out of, imagining the sun's warmth upon her skin. She needed to catch the sun before the ocean swallowed it.
"Just one drop," she thought, as she dipped the tip of the brush into the yellow paint.
"Just one little drop." She stuck her tongue out in concentration, pulling hate sun onto hate easel. The sun had left and the silvery moon ruled the cool night air now, but Sophie smiled with a sparkle in her eyes because she finally had her little drop of sunshine.

-Reagan