Dream Boy

Ch6. Happy Birthday

Nia Williams - P.O.V.

"Death doesn't discriminate between sinners and saints. It takes and takes and takes and we keep living."

I rolled my head to the left, glancing up at the clock that hung from a nail on the gray wall just above my calendar, "8:00 AM." I grumbled, shooting my eyes open. I remember my mom waking me up when she got home, even when she took me to bed, it was around midnight, and she got off early because of today.

It's a special occasion.

The sun was shining behind dark clouds and the day seemed quiet with few birds making noise.

I wanted to get up already. The only problem was I wouldn't be moving for another hour or so. Everything below my neck was stiff as a board and the same old tingling sensation fell upon my body after 30 minutes. It's a good thing I'm skipping today.

I was starting to get frustrated with this same routine that had me numb.

First it was a few months, then every two weeks. Now every other day I'm stuck staring at the time ticking away, laying here listening as my stomach makes noises, telling me. . . you're hungry. As if I didn't already know that, from the crunching abdominal pain that came along when I sniffed the air that was thick with the scent of coffee.

Did mom make coffee? I wonder.

Taking a deep breath, I began to will my body to move, not risking the loss of coffee over stiff joints from my sleep paralysis. Wriggling my arms and legs they start to become fully operational again, after 30 minutes I hesitantly rolled over in bed already feeling sore.

I lay still for a moment before propping up on both elbows and looking around my messy room, which I called my own.

Looks like it's been looted by pirates. I laugh to myself. I had lied and told myself it would be cleaned by now and it's still a huge mess. Which wouldn't have happened if I had my dad to nag me about it. A smile crossed my lips as I thought about him.

Everything that happened kinda broke me. And god that's so fucking sad.

Getting out of bed my feet met the cold wood ground sending goosebumps running up my back and down my arms. Instantly my feet are back on the bed.

I looked around my floor and found my Nike slides because there was no way I was gonna walk across the cold floor. I peek up at the window being pushed in by the frosty air, I didn't even remember opening it but I must have.

Shutting it I shake my head at myself. So irresponsible.

My mind started to drift back to the wild dream I'd had last night but I could barely remember it now that I'm thinking of it. One moment it was clear in my mind and soon the memories turned into a jumbled mess of images and words.

Pushing those thoughts away I watch the different colored leaves float in the air. Funny how the false warmth emitting from the sun through the glass and little birds chirping outside tell you nothing of the chill awaiting you once you leave the house.

Stepping away from the window, I grabbed my green hoodie from the back of my door and lazily made my way down to the kitchen with a light smile etched on my face.

"Morning," I said before a yawn escaped my lips.

"Morning baby, cómo has dormido? - How did you sleep?" My mother asked, looking up from her newspaper, to take a sip of her coffee.

"I slept just fine," I responded and started to look for my leftovers in the fridge. "So well that I didn't even hear you come in last night," I added, giving her a look.