Tugche Pehlivan

At the Bottom Of the Sea

Sienna took a seat at the back of the bus as she usually did after work. The raindrops that had clung to her coat were quick to abandon her for the blue patterned fabric that lined the chair. Then, as usual, she set her bag on the seat right beside her keeping one of the straps looped around her arm. Once Sienna was settled, she looked out of a window that seemed to vibrate as the bus started on route forty-seven. She had made a promise to herself to be more present and found that looking at the sky helped her appreciate that she had experienced another day - no matter how routine and monotonous.