Wonderings
I. I wondered if I had made the worst mistake of my life. I lifted the skirts of my navy dress above my ankles to avoid stepping on it as I climbed the stairs to reach what felt like the end of my life. I noticed through my dread it would be a beautiful end: the overwhelmingly large, white house, whose stairs I was climbing, was cast in the warm fading lights of the day. A soft pallet of colors was created, matching the light shining out the windows around the silhouettes of many figures. At the top of the staircase, I stood in front of the dark wooden doors, taking a breath before I entered. I barely cracked the door open when music mixed with the sound of voices striving to be heard over one another overwhelmed my ears. I was afraid I would stand out for being as underdressed as I was; however, I soon realized no one noticed me at all. I didn’t like big parties, they always made me feel more than alone. Being alone is being ...