Never Let Me Go

Slow Down

Loud voices squeaked outside my door like field mice. 

As I listened to the many rushed footsteps scrambling past my door, I wondered if something catastrophic had happened. 

It better have- I thought as I pushed my unwilling legs out of the soft warmth of my duvet. 

My bare feet hit the cold marble floor, effectively jolting me awake. 

I made my daily trudge over to my ever-growing coffee stand as my door erupted open. 

"So close" I grumbled to myself while motioning to the rich bitter smell of my salvation. 

"Aubriella Clark, please don't tell me you're just waking up now!" Hamilton squawked as he barged into my room. 

My body burned with regret as I silently scolded myself for giving the man a key. 

I turned to my best friend and gave him a lazy smile. 

"Good morning Hamy" I yawned. 

He paid me no attention as he dragged in a bunch of bags with him. 

I took a seat at my vanity and sighed. 

"What's all this?" I asked him. 

Hamilton turned to me with an incredulous look. 

"Brie baby, did you forget that the ball is today?!" he exclaimed. 

I rolled my eyes. 

This is why everyone was stomping around? 

"Yes I know it is, but is six thirty in the morning ham. why are you here now?" I asked him. 

I don't know what kind of drugs he's doing to have that much energy this early in the morning. 

Especially since we went to bed three and a half hours ago. 

He tipped his head back and laughed boisterously. 

"What would you do without me baby bell Brie" he chuckled.

I would get a full night's sleep probably. 

I shook my head but sat down and let him set up a bunch of stuff in front of me. 

"Ok here's the plan. the event starts starts in T-10 hours, I need you in a bath right now. I'll finish setting up and well begin the prep." he sighed. 

Ten hours prep. 

Is he insane? 

It was my turn to roll my eyes as I grabbed my coffee.  

I thought that it would be best for my mental health to just go along with whatever scheme Hamilton had for the day. 

It might be nice to sit back and let myself get pampered for once. 

I'd have to fit in some time to review my material but I could make it work. 

My feet tapped softly against the floor as I padded over to the bath still in my gym shorts. 

I looked out of the foggy window into the Icelandic boreal. 

Placing my hot coffee on the sink, I undressed and scattered some lavender bath salts into the steaming water. 

As I stepped in, I audibly moaned at the feeling of the hot water against my tense muscles.

I felt myself slowly unravel as I sat, my eyes fluttered close allowing myself to only feel. 

The lavender-scented steam cleared my foggy head as I washed off the dead overworked skin from my body with an assortment of scrubs. 

My hands massaged my scalp slowly with keratin-infused agave soaps and oils.