Some Good Days

1

Karis

A frustrated sigh escaped me as I shut down my office computer and called it a night. I swiftly grabbed my phone from the corner of my oak desk and got aggravated all over again. It's 9:30, I haven't even eaten and for what? This novel is no closer to being finished than it was five hours ago or hell even last week!

Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I'm the assistant editor of Exquisite publishing, the largest publisher in Atlanta. But I have goals. I don't want to spend my life editing books for someone else. I want my own spot.

That's what I've been thinking about the whole home. My publishing center. A spot that amplifies the voices of black and brown people nationally. Tell their stories from their perspective. No more cringy uses of AAVE because Becky from the burbs wanted a black character in her book. I literally have it all planned out.

But first I had to complete at least one fucking book of my own.

Finally home, I shut off my 2019 Honda Civic and walked into my cozy semi-secluded bungalow. I cut off the home alarm and connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker that sat in the corner of my living room. Lucky Daye's voice filled the house as I ran upstairs changing out of my formal work clothes and throwing on some pajama shorts with a random crop top.

I poured myself a glass of my favorite wine and stepped out of the living room and onto my back porch.I sat one the wooden steps and used the time to breathe because the 15-minute drive from work did nothing to clear my mind.

One I felt at ease, I glanced at my phone and realized it was now 11 at night. I had 3 missed calls and 6 text messages but opted to text everyone tomorrow before I scarfed down a granola bar and called it a night.

That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch, got her own money she'on need no nig, in the strip club

I cut the song off by answering the phone for my best friend. Quickly hitting answer, I put on my best I was awake before this called voice on

"Hello?"

"Bestfrieenddd, you ready," my best friend, Brinique's excited voice, asked on the other line.

Every Saturday we do morning meditation and have breakfast together.

"Shit. Girl, I was still asleep. Come in while I throw something on."

"K."

When I walked into the bathroom, I heard Nique come in downstairs. I took a quick shower and threw my long black locs in a pineapple bun on top of my head and slicked down my edges. It was definitely time for a retwist.

I threw on some nude biker shorts with a matching oversized tee. Paired it with some white crocs and a dainty gold chain and walked down the stairs applying my lip gloss.

"Okay, Baddie,"Nique said, looking me over.

"You talking about me," I laughed at her antics. "You're looking goodt."

Brinique Lamaria Washington was my total opposite and absolutely stunning. While I was 5'6, Nique stood at 4'11. Her Mocha color skin was a contrast in comparison to my Umber skin. While my locs almost touched her butt, Nique's sandy brown curls bounced just past her shoulders.

Oh and my girl always dresses to the T. Today she was wearing a long sleeved crop top with tight jeans, heels and a full face of make-up.

"Why thank you, let's go."

We hopped in Brinique's 2019 Honda Civic, and she drove to our favorite spot. Yes we have the same car but hers is red and mine is black.

The cliff is a 20-minute drive from my house. It has an amazing view of the sunrise and though we missed the best part, the sun was high in the sky right now.