My Safe Haven

Chapter 10

The following morning I felt like I was waking up in the damn sky.

No exaggeration but this bed was the softest thing I've ever slept on. I've been awake since 5am and its not 6 and I haven't moved an inch.

I'm just basking in the peace and quiet that I'm sure I won't feel again for a while.

Just thinking about it makes me sad. The fact that i can't even find peace in my own home even when I'm alone.

My mind started to wander to my mom. Wondering if she had been here if i'd be in a different situation.

Or if my dad had chosen to stay in my life, or even took my with him when he left.

Even if he had stayed in my life after he left......

Soon as my mind got too far I jumped up out of the bed to start the day.

It makes no sense dwelling on the past or what ifs.

I wanted to remain in a good mood for the whole trip so I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind and started my day.

After doing my morning hygiene, I went to see if B was up or the henny n cran juice won the battle.

And lo and behold the likkle gyal still wrap up a sleep like baby.

What a way she tired eeh all a draw big snore.

I decided to let her sleep for a bit while I made us breakfast.

Its the least I could do.

I got downstairs to see everything clean despite B's insistence for us to get drunk on the first night, which she did.

I don't like the aftereffects of drinking and I couldn't hold liquor for nothing so I only drank like 2 glasses and my head was still spinning as if I drank 5.

I looked in the fridge to see saltfish, but no ackee so I put it back.

I searched the cabinets and there wasn't much.

I saw rice, flour, salt and that was about it.

Yuh can know the gyal nuh cook enuh.

I thought as I looked in the fridge for something to make for us to eat.

I saw eggs and decided saltfish fritters and eggs was the way to go this morning!

I grabbed a small size teapot to boil the saltfish in while I mixed the flour, salt, a little baking powder, escallion and scotch bonnet peppers.

After the saltfish finish boiling I took it out, cleaned it up, took out the bones before I broke it up with my hands throwing it in the flour.

While I fried my fritters I turned on some Beres Hammond on the tv to go with the mood.

The breeze was flowing through the open windows, there were birds flying about and singing in the backyard.

If you told me i'd be here spending my weekend even last week, I wouldn't even let you finish your sentence before I started dying with laughter.

Maybe this is cliché or exaggeration for some people but I only dreamed of days like this.

Not even the fact that I'm in a different parish in a villa. But a day where I wake up actually happy and looking forward to my day instead of dreading it.

I know that I have to get back to reality by Monday so I'm going to my best to enjoy every second of my weekend.

With that said I turned up the music while I took out the first batch of fritters out of the pan.