Miracle 5
I opened my eyes and find myself face to face with a young handsome man staring back at me in shock.
Eh?
“EEEHH?!” We both shrieked and got out of bed at the same time.
“What are you doing here?!” the man asked, still in a state of shock.
I scoffed,” What are YOU doing here?!”
“Sleeping, of course! You were the one breaking and entering in to my room.”
I shut my eyes tightly in disbelief. His room? Uh-oh, I got in to the wrong room. What should I do?
“Well, how was I supposed to know this is your room and not mine?” I continued the argument in shame. Thank god it was dark, I bet my cheeks were glowing red now.
“There was a sign outside saying this is my room.”
Oh great, how can this night get any better. Anyone safe me! Then there was light illuminating the room from the opening door,” Is there something wrong here?”
Oh thank my gushy pushy cat’s tail if I had a cat! It was Walter! He stared at me, dumbfounded by the presence of me in this room,” Alisha? What are you doing here?”
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“HAHAHAHAHAHA,” Walter continued to laugh more and more until he was clutching on to his stomach so I stopped the story midway ,” you..You are still stupid as ever.”
I pouted and rolled my eyes at his remark. How was I supposed to know how I chose my room when I was little? Turned out that my room was the only door with a pink rose on the left corner bottom of the left door in this big friggin’ castle, which was why I chose it. I looked around the palace in wonder about how much it changed ever since as Walter and I walked, ignoring Walter’s mouth which seems to never end with laughter and critics about my same old behaviors. I read every sign hanging on the doors as we past by, how could I have not noticed the big sign!
I then saw a door with a pink rose on the left corner bottom of its left door and slipped in, abandoning the poor Walter who keeps on walking while still rambling and laughing about me. On second thought, I do not pity him, he deserved it.
I took of my button up sleeve, black jacket and tossed it on a sofa near the fireplace while I make my way to the bathroom and took a robe. I stripped off my white strapless mini dress and place it carefully on the sofa beside my jacket. I put on the robe while hopping and stumbling to the light switch. I turned it off and jumped on the bed, hoping no monster would grab my feet during my jump. My face and body was flat on the bed but my legs were flailing in the air, struggling to take off my dark brown boots. Somehow, I managed to get it off without the help of my hands, now that’s what I call a Miracle of laziness.
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“Excuse me, miss? Wake up. We have prepared your breakfast and clothing for your meeting with the Queen,” I was woken up with a sweet melody of someone’s voice. It was girly, feminine and soft that it was making my sleep more comfortable until I heard a loud banging,” Wake up, sleepy head! Still going to sleep late, ay?! Is this more of your skater practice again?!” I sat up straight by hearing the voice of the chief maid of the castle’s strict gruff voice.
I mumbled under my sleeping breath,” Chief…long times no see.”
She coughed terribly,” My god! Have you been kissing with a dog?! By the scent of your breath, pii-uu, I won’t be surprised if you told me you know how a seal’s mouth taste like. Go wash up your face and brush your teeth, for the sake of the dying creature in this very room!”
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Miracle
RomanceIt’s a cliché story? Probably. Why not give it a shot and find out? It’s a story about a girl who was at the edge of giving up her dream and giving up on miracle. Her faith for miracle was fading but what if miracle really shows up? Only it wasn’t t...