Trace

Chapter 5

The bright sunshine streams its way into Ayla's purple curtains, and reflects itself over the pink chandelier over her bed.

    "Agh!" I grunt, as the beams hit my pupils, and it feels like I'm blinded.

I roll over, forcing my face into the comfort of the darkness the plush pillows offer me, and try over and over again to fall asleep. Not only seconds later do I feel someone running their hands through my long, dark wavy locks, and I instinctively swat it  away.

      "Ow!" a familiar voice cries.

I sit straight up, knowing the owner of the voice belongs to only one person.

   "Nanna?" I say, rubbing my eyes.

"Good morning, love," she replies with a bright smile.

   I'm still seeing black spots from the sun's glare wicked encounter and rub my eyes some more.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask her.

        "Decided to wake you girls up, as I have made an Old Fashion English breakfast this morning to start off the day! You three were sleeping so soundly, and your hair just looked perfectly smoothe, so I was tempted to comb it with my fingers! Don't mind me, I'm just a silly old hag," she chuckles.

    "Aww! No your not!" I say, sitting up to give her a hug.

       "The breakfast smells wonderful, Nanna!" Anne says, perking up.

"Thank you! Wait till you taste it, though. My, my it's delicious if I don't say so myself," Nanna responds.

       I roll up off the long couch I slept on and sat down on the bed Anne and Ayla are sharing.

"Rise and shine, beautiful," I whisper into Ayla's ear.

       When she just grunts, and shoves her head under the blanket, Anne and I both look at each other and smile as we both are having the same idea. We stand up on the bed, holding each other's arm for support, and jump up and down on the mattress.

    "WAKE UP ! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" we shout.

Nanna begins to cheekily laugh and Ayla let's out an unsatisfied cry.

      "LET ME BE!" she begs.

"How do you mean, Ay?" I question, plopping down beside her.

      "Why, you two are acting like a bunch of children!" she shoots.

"My, my. Someone's a grumpy one this mornin'!" Anne decides.

      "Cae could be ten years old with that height!" snaps Ayla.

"Hey! I'm not that short!" I say, sitting up straighter.

     "How tall are you?" Anne asks me.

"Almost 5'2" I say, sticking my chin out.

       "Still," scoffs Ayla, "it's short."

"Why don't you two stop picking on poor Cae, and get some food into you, yeah?" Nanna suggests.

     "Sounds great!" I smile, and am the first one to take off down the stairs.

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I finish curling the ends of my hair and put on some mascara. I don't really like wearing that much makeup, as I prefer the natural tone, and since it's the summer, I have small tan about me.

    I reach my head through the hole in my short floral dress, and grunt as I should have done this before I curled my hair. Reaching down to pick up my thongs, I slide them onto my feet and smile at my newly done pedicure.

        My phone buzzes behind me on my vanity and I walk over to read who it's from.

Ghain: You're not dressed for tonight yet, are you?

~Yup! I'm all ready- heading out the door now :)

I drop my phone into my little purse and scurry down the stairs.

"Bye, Mum!" I say, kissing her on the cheek.

    "Ooh, well don't you look lovely! Well down, my love! Have fun tonight!"

I give her a hug before walking out and into my car. The weather is absolutely beautiful this evening- perfect for a summer picnic by the lake. I notice butterflies in my tummy and smile  as I cannot wait to see Ghain. My phone vibrates from my purse, and I pull over to reach for it.

Ghain: Well I was hoping you weren't because I can't make it this evening :(

My heart sinks. All this- I look into the mirror and frown, and down at my pretty summer dress- for nothing.

~That's alright- maybe another time x

I reluctantly hit SEND and continue to drive, anyway.