late night musing and 'Reflections'

How is it that a house so full of life and noise can become still and silent at ten in the evening like clock work? Without fail, my whole family kinda shuts down after ten. Kinda weird how we all have these timers that shut is down after ten... ish. As you can see, this was written well after those timers went off. Hence the title. Dad was in the shower when I started, but I think I'll finish anyway. My musing is done, so here is 'Reflections'
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I stared at the pool for hours, watching the ripples from the waterfall distort the image. How beautifully the water caught my reflection. He appeared as few of the things I felt and many of the things I wasn't. He appeared spaced out, slow-witted, and afraid. I am afraid, but not terribly. I am not slow nor spacey, simply withdrawn. As the refection rippled, I could see deeper into myself somehow. I saw that glint in my eye that said something was up, a smirk playing on my lips, and a confident set to my shoulders. Ha! Like I'm confident about anything! This whole thing is an experiment; an experiment that's working. All that is left is Skipper, and possibly me. When all this is over and the experiment labeled a success, will I be able to take off this mask? Will I be able to show them all who I really am? Or will I retreat in fear and lead them from the shadows? Oh, so many questions and my shifting refection had been able to answer none of them. It isn't like I thought it would, but it would have been nice if it could have.

I'm going to start working hard on Skipper, so I probably won't have the strength nor the material to write anything worth while for a time. Perhaps I shall write when all this is over, but I have no way of knowing what is going to happen. Ah well, I need sleep. Until the next time,
Gilligan
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Well, there's another installment for you. A bit more reflective, but that's what I thought of. I've always liked the  whole ''reflect the inner person through a common object' thing. Too many fantasy novels? Maybe, but it makes a good story! Also, I took the language portion of the Alabama Grad Exam today and the whole week is going to be taken up by the test. The only day I'm not testing is Thursday. Pray that I make it through this week and come out for Spring Break on the other side.
In Hope,
Lil Bit