The boxers

The Boxer

Quick as a flash Abi was awake. Her mind, sent what felt like a surge of pure adrenalin down her head across her skull and straight into her eyes to force them open. As soon as she blinked she could feel other shots of adrenaline shoot through her body. After her eyes had opened and blinked in the first light of the day. She could feel the other parts of her body wake up and become ready for the new day. She could feel her feet uncurl and stretch out for the new day. Her hands now did the same, Abi moved her right wrist in a circle, just to hear it click as she moved it from right to left. Her back now clicking as she breathed in deeply and stretched her arms and legs. She smiled, as she always seemed to do first thing in the morning. Abi was as awake and alert as she ever would be and as the fine hairs on her arm's started to stand up as the last surge of adrenalin left her body. Abi knew felt happy to be awake at the start of a brand new day and couldn't wait to get it started!

It was something she carried over with her from birth. A trait she shared with her mother, their primal instinct her mother had always called it. No, no Sunday morning lie-ins for dear old Abi. As soon as her body felt it was time to get up, she was up No hitting the alarm clock and begging for ten more minutes from Morpheus. No, once her body had decided it was time to get up - that was that and it was usually just before Dawn. It was as if her body could sense the Sun starting to rise up for a new day as soon as soon as the Sun started to peak up above the horizon, It was as if she was a marinate, her body controlled by an invisible string that Abi couldn't see.

Today was no different and for the first few minutes the day started as days have a tendency to do. Abi leapt out of bed, ready and willing to get the day started. Her feet landing softly onto the the new bedroom rug her mother had given her only a few weeks ago - one of her mother's many impulse buys. Abi's mother had even given it a name: it was called the ''I just saw the it and thought of you rug '' her mother had said, but Abi knew better. The rug was very thick, and seemed to happily indulge the wish of her feet to let her toes wriggle ever deeper between the thick togs of material each toe taking a second to greedily force itself ever deeper into the cotton. As they did this Adi couldn't supress the large smile that immediately spread across her face. The feel of the cotton on her naked feet felt warm, comforting and good. As she smiled she imagined her mother also smiling as she bought the rug. Would her mother have tried it? Abi wondered and a happy picture spread across her imagination at the thought of her mother noticing the rug in the big department store close to her home. placing a hand across it fibres, finding it too her liking she wondered if her mother had then cast a furtive look around her to see if anyone was watching before inching of her shoes and letting her own toes dive deeply into the fabric. Her mother's face lighting up at the thought of this hug from a rug. The rug now felt like a hug from a distance as Abi's toes still clung to their homes in the cotton. Abi felt her mother's arms around her and wished at that moment for one of their frequent phone calls. Still she smiled, trying to cherish the moment, a moment, she realised with some sadness couldn't go on for ever. Eventually the feeling would wear off as her feet became accustomed to the feel of the rug, while the rug would slowly wear down. It's thick, lush depths that her feet were so easily lost in now would soon find their way out of the rugs maze and become accustomed to the routine. The thickness replaced by an ever so slight thinning of the material So, with the smile now faded from her face she attempted to try and outrun her feet to keep it special for as long as possible she quickly dragged her feet out of there cotton hiding places, ignoring what felt like screams of protest from them and made a quick move to her left to grab her dressing gown and made to make her way to the kitchen and onto the most important part of the day....breakfast.

Abi didn't eat much during the day, but breakfast was the one meal she really enjoyed - it was a gift to herself, always giving herself a full half an hour to really enjoy what ever she had chosen to eat that day. Plus when you woke up like she did - all bright eyed and bushy tailed, you generally woke up hungry and today was no exception. Despite it only being a few steps from her bedroom to her kitchen she was already ravenous and as her stomach made the first of it's morning growls she stalked hungrily into the kitchen eager to attack the bagels and crème cheese that were today's breakfast treat. As she did this she made no more than a cursory glance to the large brown mirror that hang in the hallway. More to realise that she hadn't dusted it in a while than to really study her appearance. Something in that cursory glance made her stop. She walked the few steps back to the mirror. She looked in the mirror, she looked away .It can't be me she thought. Realising how silly this sounded even in her own head, she slowly turned her face back to the mirror. Almost not wanting to see. As soon as she looked back in the mirror, immediately she ducked below it. No she thought. It can't be. She lowly raised her head back up to the mirror, as soon as she started to see the tips of her eyebrows she lost her courage again and ducked below it again, For a few seconds, she crouched below her own mirror, trying to piece together something of what she had seen. It can't be she said.