A Frigidly Cold Shower

Beep! Beep! Smack! It was five in the morning. Too early for any college student to wake up but Jenny had a special reason. She had the amazing job of tending to the school’s special pony, Gypsy.

Rubbing her eyes, the hum of the heater came on but not too far away she could hear the incessant knocks on the stall door. Gypsy wanted breakfast and Gypsy wanted it now. But as far as Jenny was concerned, breakfast would have to wait until after her shower.

Scurrying into the bathroom, she turned the knob until a jet stream of frigidly cold water came blasting forth. She didn’t bother waiting for it to get warm and instead stripped down and aloud the rush of water over her ears drown out the noise from downstairs. She just wanted a minute to herself and she used that minute to try and jolt herself awake. After all, they say that a cold shower in the morning can do wonders to the body and mind. And so, it has become her ritual. But, she doesn’t linger too long just enough to perk up her eyes. If she prolonged Gypsy’s breakfast too much, he would probably bang open the stall door and amble up the stairs into the loft only to continue pounding on her bedroom door and her minute of peace.

It’s not to say that she didn’t love that little rascal but sometimes she dreamed of a day where he would learn to get his own oats and honey and not gobble down the whole tub. Someday her dream would come true but today Gypsy wasn’t about to grant her that wish.

© 2018 Jessica Santos


His Silent Joy

I remember when I first held you
You cried and became my little songbird
I remember when you first began to walk
You ran and became my little cheetah
I remember when you first drove me mad
You hid and became my little mouse
I remember all the good and bad
But, what I remember the most is our last words
We fought hard and strong
You pleaded with all your might
Almost convinced me otherwise
But I was too far gone
Imprisoned within my own demons
I couldn’t see your tear stained pillow
I couldn’t hear your reason
Now years have passed
And I remember this all
I beg for things to change
Plead to be released
I miss my baby girl
Her sweet embrace and our hour long talks at night
Yet these chains hold me
They’ve thicken over the years
So as you climb your mountains
And face your demons
I must gaze from afar
Proud of your success

© 2018 Jessica Santos