The Beauty of not Knowing

It was nearing midnight and Alisa was settling on her bed with her laptop. She looked at the clock and sighed, sometimes her insomnia was a bit of a bother, but tonight she would put it to good use. Tonight she felt like writing for a while, just letting the keys flow, and her mind run free. Who cared that few people read her creations, or thoughts, she still wrote things down, still chose to create.Alisa looked at her screen blankly for a few moments, and then immediately words started to flow from her fingertips onto the computer screen. She didn't know yet what she was writing about, just that it was story needing to be told. After a moment she stopped typing and leaned back, her long curls falling out of her face, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a small hair tie, and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Then began writing again, a moment later a small tap startled her. She glanced at her window and Christiana was at her window, her short sharp dark hair covering her face in the rain. Alisa got up walking to the window hesitantly, and opened it.
"Christi...What happened to you?" She said as she reached out for Christiana's arm, the other girl wobbled, nearly falling into the room, and looked up at Alisa, it was obvious that once again Christiana was drunk.