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"Sleeping is my drug, my bed is my dealer and my alarm clock is the police."
― Anonymous_____________________________________________________________________________
"Are you sleeping alright, Ayumi?"
Pulled from her drowsy gaze, her green eyes meet her mother's, "I just seem to sleep better in the light than at night."
Patting her hand, her mother whispers, "Be careful. You nearly died last time."
"Oh, mother," says her sister, posing in the doorway as she bursts into the room. "Don't be so dramatic. Ayal's still as afraid of the dark as she ever was. Why she ever decided to leave home and get her own apartment is beyond me."
Pinching her sister's cheeks, she slides into the booth beside Ayumi.
Looking at her mom, she wonders aloud, "So, are we getting food anytime soon or is it self-serve?"
"Calm down. I know we own a Tim Hortons and the breakfast rush is going to start soon but we need to take some time to enjoy this moment."
Pulling out her iPhone, Keitorin answers, "Well, it's 5:10 right now and our workers arrive in about twenty to thirty minutes."
Looking up, "Considering we always open on time, I'd like to eat in leisure rather than having to stuff my face and run."
Sliding out of the booth, their mother stands, "Fine, I'll go help your father in the kitchen."
"Are you sure he's even up yet?" yells Keitorin.
"I heard that!" yells her father as her mother slips through the backdoor.
Smiling and hugging her sister, Keitorin squeals, "It's going to be a great day."
Shaking her head, Ayumi chuckles, "You say that every day."
"I know I might have undermined what mom said earlier but you know that if you need anything, you can always talk to me."
Ayumi smiles, "Thanks, but - "
Keitorin places her index finger to Ayumi's lips, "Save those words for mom."
Ayumi smiles again before pushing Keitorin's hand away, "EWW...I don't even know where your hands have been and you're putting them in my face."
Faking offense, Keitorin grabs Ayumi's head under her arm, giving her a noogie.
"Calm down, you hellhounds, save your energy for the rush," laughs their father as he and their mother enter laden with plates of pancakes, bacon, eggs, cereal, and OJ.
"Let's dig in."
YOU ARE READING
Divine
Short StoryAyumi Alice, a high-school girl with an avid love of books; but when an obsession with a book threatens her sanity, will she save herself or embrace it?