In (My) Mind

I was standing in a large room, but outside, like an atrium. The sky above was a marbled blue; whispy curls of clouds, or maybe small white birds glid overhead. I saw, or maybe imagined, my fiancé’s face forming out of them suddenly. Her expression of torment and anguish cried out silently, before evaporating back into the sky. I began to cry. Tears welled up and rolled down my cheeks as I looked to the sky for her face to reappear. She remains absent. From the east, heavy thick stormclouds swarmed in, shading the daylight, and it began to rain. The birds and bugs all went inside, and I stood there crying for a moment, then I turned, and opened the sliding glass door to reenter the house through the patio. I heard someone calling my name. It was my girlfriend, Carla. I shut the door. She called again. I responded, and she found me in the dining room. "Is everything alright?" She looked at me, a little confused, with warmth and compassion in her eyes. I looked outside. The sun was shining on the backyard, spilling light in through the patio. The sound of wildlife communicated softly through the closed door. "It’s a beautiful day outside."