Lemonark

Waking Up

     Good morning to me. I woke up with hair in my mouth and my eyes blurring everything they saw. Great, just great. I stretched my arms out like I do every morning.

     Once my eyes finally focused, I realized I was still in the same bed. This wasn't my room, and this wasn't my bed. These weren't my sheets, and these weren't my garments. That's why they were a little baggy on me.

     Does that mean... this actually happened? My mother is currently enslaving a town and is plotting to use me to enslave the fairy population.

     My stomach isn't feeling so good and I can hear it gurgling.

     Suddenly I found myself hurling onto the bedsheets, and it kept coming. This was disgusting. Once it finally was over I didn't know what to do, as far as I know, they all thought I was asleep.

     I'm not just going to sit here in my vomit, that would be even grosser. Well then, I guess I have to wake someone up. Possibly, Ophelia, she seems like she's nice. I'm kind of sick of her already, though. That sounds mean, no, not like that. It's just she's a little... I don't know. Maybe she'll grow on me? Arthur? He seems fine, I suppose.

     Sure, I'll get Arthur.

     I left the room and headed straight downstairs because they must have already been up. I looked out of one of the open curtains and it looked to be around 7:00 o'clock am, so they must have been up already.

     As I entered the living quarters, both Arthur and his mother were there waiting for me. When I sat down in the same wicker chair from before and didn't know how to tell them what I had done to the bed they had generously provided.

    "Er- I need assistance in the bedroom because I had a rather upset stomach this morning." My voice was a little shaky, but I tried to calm myself down.

     "Of course, of course. Here, let me come up and deal with it!" Ophelia squeaked, in a higher-pitched tone of voice that she did not have the day before.

     Not what I wanted, but at least the bed would be clean, and I think I'll be staying here for a while.

     As we were walking up the stairs, Ophelia leaned in closer and gave a little sniff to my shirt. She made a facial expression and sighed, probably knowing what was to come.

     Once we got to the spare bedroom and she noticed the sheets, I was quick to apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused her.

     "Nonsense! You took in quite a load of information yesterday, surprised that you didn't do something worse. I mean, finding out all of this about your own mother has to put a ton of stress on you," she assured me.

     She got a pair of new bed quilts for me, and new garments too. She said the old ones carried the smell of the vomit. Once she had finished cleaning the room, she left a piece of sage on the table so as to get rid of the smell.

     Arthur came in once his mother had finished that vigorous process of cleansing the room and sat on my bed.

     "Well, how do you feel?" His voice adapted a softer tone with me, probably because of the vomit and my upset stomach.

     "To be honest, not well. You wouldn't be either if you'd found out the one person you always counted on throughout your entire life was really so... cruel. What am I supposed to do? So she wants to use me to enslave a population! I'm not going to let her, but that doesn't mean I can stop her. I know my mother, and she is very driven, once she has her mind on something she won't stop until it is complete. Now that I know what she's up to, what am I going to do about it? What can I do about it?"