Eye of the Storm

          The fading light of what had been a sun filled day filtered its way in Sylvia Eliana Belotti's bedroom, barely illuminating anything in it. Luckily that was exactly the way that the twenty five year old preferred it. A preference that she had set down the day that she agreed to look for a place to live with her best friend a couple of years ago. At first it was simply due to her being biased towards the night life, but had since evolved to include making her hectic schedule more tolerable. The added bonus being that her room ended up being the one with the highest noise reduction.
          Today none of that mattered though. Her normally rambunctious best friend had gone home for the holidays, leaving their small house unsettling in its silence. This was a holiday trip that coincided with Sylvia's first vacation in years. Between two full time jobs, volunteer work, and a meager social life the poor girl never let herself take a real day off. Long days that were a constant source of worry for her close friends and family. Worry that she shrugged off with the well known phrase "I'll sleep when I'm dead."
          Fortunately such worries were being put to rest this winter. At least until her vacation ended in a month and her regular life resumed; a concern for the new year. This was time she had hoped to use to catch up on various projects and books, but had since turned into time spent in unexpected territory with one of her male friends. Territory that she didn't entirely mind, just had never entertained the idea of it given where they tended to be in life on the occasions that the could hang out. Him with his long term girlfriend and her with her on and off again flings weren't exactly a matching pair. Yet her second day off had begun with him showing up on her porch at the awful hour of five am looking for a place to stay. Now, a week later, her life seemed very different. 
          "You're a lot like me," Sylvia began to say in a whisper as the two of them continued to lay in bed. Each word coming out slowly as she carefully chose them. Her dark brown eyes were locked on Trenton's face, taking in every detail in the dim light. "Our world is a storm front waiting for the perfect moment to erupt into torrential chaos," she added in way of explanation, these words coming out quicker as the ideas bounced around her head.
          "We're sitting in the eye of what promises to be an intense storm and no one else can see what's coming," Trenton interjected, finishing of Sylvia's thoughts. His light brown eyes flashing a hint of a spark of life for the first time since he had begun to stay with Sylvia.
          Sylvia, in her excitement, clenched on to her Toy Story themed bed spread. Pale hands holding herself back from bouncing up and down on her bed in triumph. Enthusiasm she feared might scare her friend despite her wholehearted belief that it was warranted. "Early warning signs that don't work."