Speak To Me

Chapter 6

My fragile eyes quickly open, and instantly react to the extremely bright light coming from my transparent bedroom window.
Squinting my eyes, I pick my gentle head up from the pillow, I let out a silent yawn, and begin rubbing my sweaty face.
I check my phone that is laying on the night stand next to my bed, that shows the time of 10:27 am. And, oh boy! Look, no messages, or missed calls, nothing...
Avoiding the no new notifications, quickly, I hop out of bed and head towards the showers, wanting to wash off the sweat of the night, and that terrible alcohol stench.

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I wrap the white towel around my damp waist as I step out of the shower.

I begin brushing my teeth with the mint scented toothpaste.
When my teeth finally become clean and fresh after scrubbing them, I sarcastically state,
"So fresh and so clean.." And quietly chuckle at my cheesy remark.

Just then, I can't help but stare at my reflection once more. The only difference from last night to this morning was that right now I wasn't dreading my appearance like I was the previous night, but I was hating what was on the inside.
Something that was a whole lot more meaningful.

I lean my two loose arms on the counter of the bathroom sink area, and just deeply stared at the enemy, who was looking back at me; myself.

Suddenly, I slap myself away from the mirror, metaphorically speaking, and pace out of the bathroom and to the unmade bed. I carefully sit at the foot of my bed, on the edge, and breathe.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

That's all I could do at the moment, barely, trying to calm myself down from I don't even know what exactly.
I felt completely out of place. Uncomfortable.

I then lay my back down against the bed and once I hit the mattress I release a slight breath, like when the wind is knocked out of you.
I constantly stare off at the fan rotating directly above me, and carefully watching it circle, round and round, over and over, again and again. The fan was hypnotic.

After for god knows how long of staring off into space, I pick myself up, and realize that my body became dry after sitting under the fan for way too long.

I walk towards the window in the bedroom and peel down the blinds. I glance around the neighborhood, having a better view than my downstairs neighbors considering my apartment is upstairs and can see past other houses across the street.

Outside seems so relaxing today, with it's luminous Sun beaming everywhere I look. The tall towering trees don't sway, but produce shade underneath. I smirk at the sight.

With that same smirk smeared across my face, I decide to get dressed and actually do something with my life today, considering it's a stunning day, and it's my day off from work.

Allowing the blinds to slip out of my hands, I step away from the window and towards my clothes dresser. I yank out the basics, such as black socks, blue boxers, and black skinny jeans, of course not too skinny, but the type that perfectly fit around my legs, allowing me access to move around freely; honestly you couldn't even tell that they were "skinny jeans".
I then slip on all of the selected clothing, only leaving my no shoed feet, and my bare chest. I open the creaky closet door and examine my shirt selections on the hangers. A few moments tick by, so I just resorted to my normal daily social wear; a red and black plaid short leaved shirt, which reaches the middle of my upper arms.

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After I finish buttoning the last button of the plaid shirt, I grab the only other pair of shoes I have; my black leathered combat boots, besides my work pair, and running shoes.
I slip those on my sock covered feet, and tightly tie the laces.

Lastly, I jog into the bathroom again and search for my thin comb.
Once found, I begin lightly brushing my dampened curly ginger, blond hair, just to loosen the knots, not hoping nor resulting in a hair style, my hair normally does that itself.

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Just when I was about to walk out, I remembered my phone, which was on top of the night stand. I quickly grab it off the stand and check the time which shows; 11:32 am.
I dart out the front door, feeling hopeful that something wonderful will happen on this beautiful day.
After all, it's a new day, and considering it's Las Vegas, anything can happen.