I lock my door as I walk into my room. I throw my bag down on my chair and then flop down on my bed. I hear a buzz from my phone. I check it to see a text from a random number. It read
« Salut, c'est Tamino »
I smile down at my phone before responding with
« Salut »
I throw my phone back down next to me.
Without acknowledging how tired I had gotten, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later. The rain had stopped and the light outside was fading. I got myself out of bed and groggily walked over to my fridge where I pulled out some leftover pasta from the other night. I put some in a bowl and return to the spot on my bed.
I check the time on my phone. It reads 6:27 p.m. I decide to call my Mom for our chat she insists on having weekly ever since I moved away for college. It rings a couple of times before she picks up.
« Salut chérie! Je suis heureux d'avoir de vos nouvelles! » I hear her sweet sappy voice oozing through my phone.
« Salut Maman. Comment allez-vous? » I asked.
« Ça va bien, et toi? » She answered.
« Moi aussi. S'est-il passé quelque chose d'intéressant depuis notre dernière conversation? » I inquired.
« Non, pas beaucoup. J'ai déjeuné avec Marie Jeudi. Et vous savez que Claude est devenu un très beau jeune homme. Il étudie également la physique à Université Paris-Saclay. »
I chuckle. Marie is one of my mothers closest friends. She has been since they met on the athletics team in their freshman year of high school. She's become like a second mom to me. Claude is her son. He's about 9 months older than me and we grew up together. We were practically inseparable as kids. He's tall and broad shouldered with golden brown hair, golden tan skin, rosy cheeks and emerald green eyes. He took after his mom and has been a thrower on the athletics team since high school. Our mothers have been trying to get us to date since high school, to no avail.
« Et toi? » Mom asks.
« Pas beaucoup. J'ai surtout été rattrapé à l'école. » I respond.
« Je ne vous crois pas. Il devait y avoir quelque chose d'interessant. » She retorts.
« D'accord, j'ai rencontré un garçon aujourd'hui. »
« Parle moi de lui! » She asks in an exited voice.
« Il s'appelle Tamino. Il a l'air très calme et gentil, je l'ai rencontré plus tôt dans la journée, je ne peux donc pas en dire plus sur lui. »
« Très bien. Comment vas-tu sinon? » She inquires.
« Asses bien. J'ai de bons résultats à l'école, comme je suis sûr que vous serez heureux de l'apprendre. »
She chuckles. « Je suis heureux de l'apprendre. »
We sit in a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Mom breaks the silence by saying
« Il se fait tard, je devrais probablement aller dormir. »
« D'accord, bonne nuit. »
« Bonne nuit. Je te parlerai plus tard. »
« Je vous parlerai plus tard. »
With that I hang up the phone and smile. I've always enjoyed talking to my mom. I always confide in her when I need someone to talk to. I decide I should probably go to sleep too. I wash the bowl I put my dinner in and put it out to dry. I stroll into my bathroom, flick on the light, grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and put a generous glob on the brush and throughly brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I'm done with that I grab a glass of water and take my medication. I turn off all the lights and change into a pair of pajamas. I lay down, pull the blanket over my body and slowly drift into a dreamless slumber.
