Coming home

Chapter 23

I wake up in a bed that I didn't quite recognized. The bed was soft and a very dark blue almost calming. I look around hoping I might remember what happened last night. I noticed a tall blonde haired blue eyed smokin Bo in the kitchen area of the hayloft. I was wearing a long white t-shirt and my favorite pair of undies. He was wearing boxers and that was it. I kinda think I I know what happened now.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Bo said stirring something in a pan over the stove. I ran over to him and hugged him behind the waist.

"Whatcha makin." Before he could answer I grabbed some spices from the counter top and took over his meal adding things here and there.

"You always did know how to make eggs." I smiled at him. I gave him back the whisk and ran over to the bed. I jumped on it like a little kid and a medium size flat box slid out. It read open when. I slid the top off and looked inside.

"What's is this." As soon as I said that's shoved my hand to my face and looked back at Bo. He must not of heard me over the sizzle of the bacon. I look back at the mysterious box. There was maybe 20-50 letters that read open when..., and then a little reason like you feel upset, you miss me, or when Jacksons being stupid. I kept looking in this box of pure amazement. All the envelopes where different colors. I was so tempted to look through all of them just to see what they said. But something in the box really caught my attention. A old leather what looked to be a journal or book of something. There was little book tabs marking certain things. Different colors of pink, blue, green, yellow, and red. There was only a few of the red tabs. Thousands of the the pink and blue. My curiosity for the letters grew more for this like book of wonder. I tried so hard not to touch it but I couldn't help myself. I grabbed the leather cloth and held it in my hands. It was soft and slick. It had a stitching of a flower I knew very fondly. Forget Me Nots. The stitching was a lighter brown then the actual book. I finally got the courage to open the book. As soon as I did a little note fell out. It read:

Dear, miss Daisy
If you are reading this you have come back and are now wanting to remember. Have you ever thought like you had drank all night and woke up with a really bad hangover. Well that's kinda how this thing works except your thirteen. Anyway you have an awesome boyfriend who will help you.
Love miss Daisy

I looked back up to the book with what felt like 4 cups of curiosity shot up to my head. I kept on looking at this cool little trinket wondering about the note at the beginning. What was this Daisy that I was, talking about. I flipped the page and the first thing that stood out to me was the to it was to. This little leather sticky tabbed journal was to my blonde haired blue eyed Bo Mathis.