Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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There's something thrilling about waking up with a surreal feeling in your chest. I was up at 6am sharp, made chocolate chips muffins, and moved our coach thing one and thing two left stranded in the doorway.
Thank god we got a couch, i'm tired of sitting on the kitchen barstools , and or the floor. I don't have enough cushion back there to make a comfortable seat.
The rush of energy sinks through my veins as I quietly shuffle around the house, forced to use a broom since it's too early to be vacuuming. If there's one thing i've learned, it's never run a vacuum at eight am. Especially on a Saturday.
Lana del rey fills my ears, Norman fucking rockaway playing through my headphones. I feel alive, as if I've awoken into a brand new life. I drag the broom across the kitchen, cleaning up any imaginary mess i've made with flour. Another thing I've learned, never step into the kitchen with wet feet if someone's baking. Homemade playdough.
Unfortunately, I am sure of this feeling. I am not new to my brain, I'm actually an alumni of my thoughts. The painful self awareness haunts me day in and day out. On the bright side, I won't let it stop me from enjoying it. The crash will feel like a knife going through my chest, but fuck, right now, I feel on top of the world.
I glance once more at the kitchen floors, satisfied with their appearance, I move onto the living room. Val and I played a game of popcorn catch last night, and completely forget to clean it up apparently.
The white couch now centered around the fireplace brings light to this barren home. With the way everything has been going lately, furniture was the last thing on anyone's mind. Except Val, because she's the one who bought the damn thing, and proceeded to leave it stranded.
This place-this house, needs a lot of love, that's for sure. It's absolutely breath taking, but it's so empty. I envision fresh flowers about placed in intricate vases. Art on the walls and colorful decor pieces to blend all of the black.
One day it will be a brand new place with fresh memories. The rocky foot we all started on will soon fall, and we'll laugh about it one day. At least, I hope so.
Suddenly, a hand wraps around my shoulder sending adrenaline right through me. A scream ricochets through me as I whip around to see a terrified Val. "Girl..what the fuck! It's eight am!" I slide my headphones down, clutching my chest with my free hand. "You scared the literal shit out of me!"
Her laughter fills the air, her arms wrapping around her stomach as she doubles over. "Your face!" She gasps for air, her body still shaking with laughter as I compose myself. "Oh my god, I wish you could've seen your face!" I find it the least bit humoring, but I shrug it off. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I have a tattoo appointment! I'm so scared, do you think I'll lose my kim kardashian aura of i get it?" My eyes widen towards her, the excitement inside of me only growing. "Kim actually got a tattoo, Val. One won't hurt you. Plus, I'd love to come!" A grin etches onto her face, her hands flying up into the air. "Oh yeah! This is great! Put the broom down V we have to get ready!"
