This morning I woke up to the sound of music playing from my dads small, old fashioned radio.
I roll over from my right side to my left, then reaching over to my watch placed on my side table.
9:45 am
Gently putting my watch down, I look over to my window. The packet of cigarettes still on display.
"Shit..." I whispered in a panicky tone, waking myself up fully.
I tossed my quilt off of my body, still shirtless. Placing my feet on the ground and covering my chest with my arms.
As I approach the window, sun blazed into my hazel eyes, making me squint.
I go to roll down the blinds slightly to shut out the light but my dads singing caught my attention.
He was washing the olive car, rubbing it down with a wet sponge and soap.
He splashes a bucket of water over the cars front window, bopping his head to 'Al Greens best hits'. It set the days mood for me, I felt like going to the small river, just a few minutes away on bike.
I glanced at the cigarette box, resting on the windowsill. A slight grin appeared on the corners of my mouth.
"You're coming with me..." I indistinctly murmur to the cigs.
I deem once more at the view inhaling deeply. Opening my window to let the fresh air in, as the room lingered of smoke.
I stretch my headphones over my head and play some music as I stroll around my room, getting ready for the day.
While brushing my teeth, I was distracted by my hunger. Rumbles of pain roared in my stomach. So I roughy brushed my teeth and washed my face, twisting my hair into a clip, rushing downstairs to find a plate full of freshly baked croissants.
Taking a bite, vanilla custard spilled out on the sides of my mouth. I looked over to see my mother chuckling at me.
"deliziosa?" She proudly smiled.
"Delicious?"
"Mhm" I mumble with my mouth full, trying to smile back.
"sto uscendo" I say after swallowing.
"I'm going out"
"Dove?" She asks sweeping the floor.
"Where?"
"al fiume" I say taking another bite.
"To the river"
"va bene, non essere troppo tardi"
"Okay, don't be too late"
"12:00 am?" I asked convincingly.
She nodded and got back to sweeping up. I smiled and dusted off my shirt on the pile of mess she gathered with her brush.
I slip my foot into my black high-top converses and make my way out of the door, kissing my mums cheek as I leave.
Stepping outside, the warmth hit me hard. Luckily I had applied sun cream prior.
I say hi to my dad and I get onto my, yet again, boiling bike. I glance down once more to my shirt, double checking to see if the cigarette package is peeking out, luckily it wasn't.
I press shuffle on my playlist and 'Roslyn' by Bon Iver starts playing. One of my favourite chill songs.
It brings so much serotonin into my body's atmosphere. It relaxes me, and the wind, yet again, caught ahold of my hair, trailing it behind my back.
I seriously felt the most free in my entire life, in this moment of time.
Not really thinking too much, ready to dive into the cool water. Imagining the sunlight beaming through the trees, placing its beam onto my skin. Small fish swimming around my ankles and music playing through my phone.
