I finally unravel myself from my meditation-style pose in the garden of herbs. Instead of hurting, my head is buzzing with power. The thoughts I was tuned into remain a small hum in the back of my mind as I pad through the tall grass of the backyard. I feel weird, somehow energized more than usual.
I pause, tuning in on one thought that has a tone which seems oddly familiar. I can't separate it from all the other thoughts, but I feel it nagging at the back of my skull. The hairs on the back of my neck raise and I hear it clearly now...
"Ambrosia...don't trust them.." I hear it faintly
Who is Ambrosia? I wonder, mildly fascinated.
I go to tune out the voices completely this time, but before I do the thought proceeds with,
"Ambrosia, do not trust the Grahams..."
I stop dead in my tracks, the wet grass causing cold dew to spread across my toes. I listen in closely.. The thought ceases to tell me more.
I AM a Graham... So who is Ambrosia and what does she have against my family? I try to push harder with my mind, get the thought to return with more information.
All I receive is the hum of multiple thoughts, none of which resemble the tone of the prior. Confusion flooding my mind, I walk back into Tymanni's house. He is still on the couch, only awake this time. He smiles up at me when he notices I've entered the room.
"I thought you took off on me girl I was gonna say not nice to hitch and ditch me." He smirks
"Hitch and ditch you? I'm pretty sure we've never been married" I chuckle
"The future is fluid buuut..." He gives me a grave-faced look.
"Did we?" My eyes widen. Did he have a vision we were married in the future?
"Gotcha." He bellows loudly, resonating low from his belly and making a musical tune.
"That's not funny." I punch his arm and sit down next to him in the warm spot his body had left from before he sat up.
"Why did you look like you just saw a ghost when you walked inside?"
"Honestly, there's just a lot on my plate right now. I came to see you for simplicity." I smile, telling only a half-truth.
He hugs me tightly and I feel a peace that I haven't felt in a while. It's so genuine that tears almost spring to my eyes. All the frustrations of the day just overwhelm me and tears really do start to fall.
"Hey now.. You're alright girl. You are the toughest person I know, you'll get through this. Whatever it is." He wipes tears from under my eyes as I catch my breath.
"I'll be fine, it's just been a funky few days for me and I feel like I've front-flipped off of a cliff and I'm just tumbling down.."
"Well instead of fighting gravity, just roll with it.." he winks at his stupid pun, making my mood swing 360 degrees.
I feel better, all my pent up emotions released. I still feel weird after the garden and overly emotional, so I decide to do what I said I'd do when I played hooky from work.
"Thank you for that, I don't know what came over me. I think I need to go home and sleep it off. It's been a rough few days." I smile and stand up, making my way to the door.
I get in my car and head straight home. I drop everything as soon as I get into the front door. I don't want to put it away, I don't want to do anything but shower and wash away this bad attitude I've caught. I run the shower slightly hotter than usual, removing my clothes and stepping into it. All my tension releases with the water, and I let it beat down my neck and back.
Who is Ambrosia? Who's thoughts was I even reading? They could have been anyone's. There is no telling the extent of distance I can really here a thought from, let alone the extent of what world the thought came from..
I turn the shower off and shake the thought from my head, wrapping myself with the towel. Forget the pajamas, I hop right into bed the way I am. Luckily I live alone.
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I wake up to the late morning sun, thankful that it is Saturday and I was able to sleep it. The funk from yesterday has lifted, but I still feel over-energized as I have since being in the herb garden. As energized as I am, I laze around for the better part of the morning. Without much success, I end up deciding to finally get dressed just before noon to enjoy the summer sun. I hop in my car and drive down to the lake, parking closer to the meadow than the actual lake itself. I walk the short trail to the meadow. The sun burns my skin through my white shirt the entire time. It really is scolding hot today.
I reach the meadow and lay down in the tall grass, but feel restless somehow. I can't shake this feeling no matter what I do. I want to run or jump. To scream. Anything to take the feeling away, but I sense that this is something slightly different.
This is as if something in me has awoken...
