Sweet Addicted

Chapter 5. Cheers!

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting their own battle.

What is sleep? That was my first thought when I woke up at six a.m on Saturday. You'd think the handful of hours of sleep I got in the last few days would cause me to wake up at noon. Yeah right.

My anxiety wouldn't let me get a full night's rest and so I tossed and turned for what felt like hours and when I finally did fall asleep, it wasn't a peaceful slumber at all. I almost felt like the princess with the pea under her mattress when I welcomed the sunlight at dawn.

This always happened right before I had an event to go to, an exam to take, an outting with a gorgeous man, a life to live.

I flopped back back down on my fluffy pillow and blew a stray curl out of my face. I needed to bake something, pronto.

Apple pie and cream cheese swirl brownies.

I'd gotten ahead of myself. More anxious than I originally thought, I had prepared dough for bakes, two pies were in the oven plus the brownies. There was also cocoa tea on the stove and I was preparing waffle batter, all by seven thirty. I was mixing like a mad woman, huffing and panting like my life depended on it. The whisk flew out of my hand and fell on the floor.

"Calm down, Suray, damn it!" I scolded myself.

I picked up the utensil and wiped the small mess that it made.

I stood with my hands on my waist trying to calm my mind, then dropped them to my side suddenly, as though Nana or my mother would pop out and say "get your hands off your waist!" It always confused me but I grew up with the habit of not doing it.

Nana! I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. She answered on the first ring.

"Good morning, Maria, what's got you in a twist this morning, hun?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"Morning Nan. First, how are you this morning? Second, I'm good actually, just happy with how everything

went yesterday and I couldn't sleep so I'm baking apple pie and cooking breakfast. I'll drop one off for you and mom. I was calling to make sure you'd be home "

I decided on not telling her about going to the fair with Aden. There was no need to make nothing into something. Besides, talking about it would just defeat the purpose of me baking so that the anxiety would subside.

"Apple pie, yummy. Yesterday was great. I told you it would be."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Yeah yeah I know, you were right. Do you have any plans for today?" I asked her whilst I grabbed another whisk from the drawer

"I do. The ladies from the group are having a small lunch later today at the beach house. I'm bringing a macaroni pie. What about you? I expected you to be asleep til midday."

"Ha. I thought so too. I'm going to the fair later today. I'm going back to work tomorrow so I need to at least start this year off by doing something other than working. Is there anything that I can prepare for you guys' lunch? I'm already in the kitchen."

"Oh okay, that sounds nice. I hope you enjoy it. And anything should be fine, just nothing too sweet."

"Okay gotcha. I'll figure something out and I'll drop it by in a few hours. I need to check on my cocoa tea."

"Oh,you're cooking cooking."

I laughed "I am. I'm in a good mood. I gotta go, Nan, the timer just went off."

"Okay sweetie, see you in a few."

"Alright bye."

My phone rang again as soon as I put the oven off. I put in loud speaker and took the pies out to place them on a cooling rack.