The wind hasn't stopped for what feels like days now. I really need to go out and take a walk. But due to my condition, seeing as I am close to my due date, the doctor told me to stay inside on days when the weather isn't going in my favor.
'Just a few more weeks' I am repeating this as some kind of mantra. I don't know. 'Just a few more weeks and I will get to hold you and love you endlessly.'
I have been rubbing my belly for what seems like hours lost in my thoughts. Until a crashing noise rips me from them. 'Shoot. Not again. I forgot to close the window in the attic.'
And look and behold. The attic looks like the playground of one happy toddler. Papers are all over the place, and pencils and pens along with them all over the floor. Gosh. I sigh at the sight in front of me. It will take me days to pick this up, seeing as I can't bend over to save my life right now. A crashing noise came from my favorite, well not anymore, coffee cup. The once beautiful cup is now shattered into a million pieces.
What a day.
I kneel down and start picking up papers, and pieces of the once-up-on-a-time-coffee-cup. ''Damn it, it was my favorite.'' I protest out loud to no one in particular, seeing as I am the only person present in the room. In the whole house, as a matter of fact. I am grumbling and laughing at the same time, knowing fully that is all my fault.
''I DID IT!!'' I yell at the top of my lungs. Finally, I have finished cleaning this mess. And I am happy. I wanted to quit several times since cleaning made me look like a while stuck on the beach. But, I didn't quit. No sir. No ma'am. I completed my task. A fully pregnant whale on the beach managed to get back in the water on its own. HURRAY!
Picking up the bag from the chair with all the trash created by me, I saw something poking on the left side of the desk, one that is leaning on the wall. ''No, no, don't bend. You know how difficult it is to get up from the floor.'' my mind is yelling at me. Darnation, my body is yelling at me.
But no, I was stubborn and had to do it.
Now I am stuck sitting on the floor because I can't get up. Funny not.
And since I am already here, I better reach for whatever brought me here in the first place.
And behold, it is the folder.
It was a beautiful red folder with some golden stripes all over it. In the middle, there was a name written.
Natalie.
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