𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝕮𝕳𝕬𝕻𝕿𝕰𝕽 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 ~ 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑨𝒀 with Rennéza was a one sided conversational event. Mostly due to me being trapped in my head, I proceeded to give her low mhms and ahhs of false fascination. I couldn't shake that odd anxious notion that something was going to happen today. Not something necessarily unpleasant or second rate, but a transformative something. A alter in a change of course perhaps? I didn't know, but the instant I woke up to stare out my window that, gut feeling appeared. And, this time I knew for a fact that I was nowhere near asleep.

This inkling had followed me all the way to the kitchen table while I ate, and even now as my mother wished me luck. Well aware that my mothers wishes were completely wasted, I thanked her with a tight smile. Good luck tended to stear clear of me. Kissing me goodbye with a half eatin bagel in one hand, my mother departed first, off to the police station that was her family and other household.

Now sitting alone I set at the old circular table in one of the four matching table set chairs, and studied her small kitchen, with it's brown incrust walls, cream colored cabinets, and cherry oak congoleum flooring. Everything was the same from how I left it. My father had gotten the floor boards done nineteen years ago in one of his many efforts to bring some conversion to the house. Up above the mini fireplace in the adjourning kerchief-sized living room was a row of pictures.

First, a wedding picture of my parents at the Bahamas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful Charlie, along with a column of my school pictures up until my graduation photo. Those were uncomfortable to look at, maybe I'd be able to find a place were I could stash them away when my mom wasn't present.

It was difficult, being in this house, coming to the realization that my mom never completely got over my dad. It made me feel disheartened. Not wanting to be in the house anymore I snatched my phone off the charger from the kitchen counter and grabbing my backpack, and sullenly walked out the door. I locked up behind me after I reached for the house key that was hidden underneath the faded welcome mat in front of the door.

I didn't want to be too early to school so I tried to walk as slow as possible to my truck. I arrayed my rain coat, which had the feel of a hazardous wet suit and sped up the pace to my vehicle as the rain began to fall harder. The downpour wasn't too bad as to have me completely drenched through at this time. For that I was greatful for, primarily because of my hair, which was currently out in its natural curly state.

Today I had decided on this hairdo for the freezing wet weather versus me wearing my usual slick back ponytail thus would lead to the result of me getting sick on account of my pores being exposed. Protecting my neck and face with my hair that was long enough to avoid sickness was not something I was about to take lightly.

The sloshing sounds of my waterproof boots was somewhat satisfying as it hit against the slippery pavement, but not as satisfying as the typical dry crunching sound of gravel that I missed as I walked. I didn't stop in my tracks to commend my truck again like how I wanted; I was in a rush to get out of the of the humid atmosphere that swirled around my head before my curls started to absorb the moisture and turn into only God knows what.