Dreamlocked

Chapter 5: Morning Routine

Hello darlings!

How are you guys.

Special shout out to Summer because I think she is the only one reading but hey who cares! She's my parabatai and she cares enough to take the time to read this.

So; Summer, darling, I send you all my love and hope this message finds you in good health with a good book, hot cocoa, your cat, and a blanket.

Here's my next chapter. Enjoys it! (and yes I said enjoys)

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 There was an annoying beeping right in my ear. I pulled my comforter over my head. God, I loved this bed. I sat bolt upright. How’d I get in bed? I took a cursory glance around my living space. Nothing seemed out of order, but it was still early and my senses still needed to wake up. I rubbed my eyes like a small child and looked about again. Everything seemed to be in order except for my notepad which should’ve been under my pillow, but was rather sitting on my nightstand with a new leather sleeve beside it. I turned towards it and tucked my legs underneath my body. I leaned to grab it and stretched my back. I groaned. Today was Wednesday. I was going back to work today. Goodie.

With the sleeve in my grasp I examined it. It appeared to be able to hold an ID or a business card. I flipped it open. Inside was a piece of blank paper. Why blank paper? How curious. The weirdest part about it is that it’s not mine. Who had visited me within the last 24 hours that could’ve left it and even odder on my bedside table. I closed my eyes so I could think. A brief flash of a speeding car exploded behind my eyelids and it was clear what happened yesterday; I almost died, then a lock picking ginger-haired stranger saved my life. The ID-ish thing must be his.

I pulled my thoughts away from the past and climbed out of bed. It was time to go to work and have a fun day full of cleverness, if I get a case that is. I crossed my room and noticed something I missed because it was an insignificant detail not immediately present before the naked eye. There was a piece of paper taped to my door handle. The paper was from a sketchbook on my desk and the writing was in blue pen. I ripped the note off the knob and glanced over the writing.

Sorry I had to run out. I had a pressing issue to attend to.

I left my identification on your nightstand if you were curious, which I know you are.

You’re a sleuth after all.

I didn't look through your notes by the way.

Have a great day. Maybe one day we’ll meet again.

~Lock picking guy

P.S. You should rest; almost car accidents are very exhausting.

        The scrawl was messy and clear at the same time, at a second glance it looked like mine. His comments were very funny, but the fact he called himself “lock picking guy” was funnier yet. His last note would go ignored, though, because I would be bored and yesterday my boredom almost got me killed. So, off to work then. I opened the door and crossed the hall to my bathroom, entered, and turned on the shower.

      Fifteen minutes later and burritoed in a towel, I was standing helplessly in front of my closet having absolutely no luck on choosing something to wear. I needed to do some laundry. I thought on it some more. What color? Green or blue? Should I wear a skirt or a dress? Professional or dress it down? The questions helped me decide.

      I grabbed a dress off its hanger and laid it out on my bed, which I had made while I had been thinking. It had long sleeves that were made of stretchy lace that hugged my arms and the neck reached up to encircle my throat, but not so tight as to choke me, and folded over into a small rounded collar. The waistline went around my middle abdomen and the skirt was a double layer of the cream dress material that hung loosely off my hips to just above my knees. I went back to the closet and kneeled before it so I could look on the floor. I spotted what I went searching for and pulled them out. One pair of rich brown, faux leather ankle boots that laced up a few times on the front. They were very broken in and easy to walk in. They resembled riding boots, but short, and had a small, almost nonexistent heel.

      I dried myself off and slipped into the complete outfit other than my boots. I slid on my socks into my bathroom and picked my small gold watch out of the soap dish. I put it on so the timepiece was on the inside of my wrist. I turned my attention to the mirror. My hair had dried into lovely waves, but the part that fell in front of my eyes was fluffy and not presentable. I reached for my flatiron across the sink and plugged the cord into the wall. The device would need time to warm up so I opened the drawer on my left and examined the contents. I pushed through several cylinders and tubes off various sizes until I found everything I had been looking for. I set the eye shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss on the counter opposite my flat iron. I turned back to the iron. I grabbed it and with two quick sweeps across my bangs they fell straight. I gave myself some foundation then went through one typical make-up job. A very light colored eye shadow with a bit of sparkle, some mascara that wasn't anything special, and some lip-gloss just to top it off. I preferred not to look like a clown on a crime scene.

      I unplugged the flatiron and put everything on the counter in its proper place. I glanced at my watch. Crap. It was 9:05. I was going to be late. I turned on my heels and slid into the hallway. I made it to my room without slipping on the wood floor and grabbed my boots off the floor. I stood up and almost fell on my face. I went to my nightstand and grabbed both things sitting on top. I shoved both leather covered things into my right boot. I turned and raced out of the room. I wove my way into the front hallway and snatched my trench off its hanger. I spun to grab my keys off the table I behind me, but I couldn’t find them. I patted down my coat. They were in the left pocket along with my phone. I turned to the door and pushed it open while juggling everything in my hands. I rushed into the hallway and the hallway to the lift and the door swung closed behind me. It would lock itself.

      I rushed to the lift and summoned it by pressing the call button. I could hear it coming up to me. I leaned down and set my boots and coat on the floor. I pulled the left one on and laced it up into a bow. The doors opened and I snatched my boot and coat and climbed in. I pushed the button that sent me to my destination and sat. I shoved my toes in the right boot and they encountered my notebook and the black sleeve containing the blank ID. I pulled them both out and stuck them in my right dress pocket. I put on the shoe and tied it. I stood up right as the lift stopped and lost my balance and fell to the floor again.  I grabbed my coat which I had dropped and stood again. The doors opened. There was no one waiting to go up and see me. Typical.

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So new chapter done. It was filler, I know, but an author never tells you anything they don't want you to know. So, technically, this wasn't really actually filler; this was something I wanted you to know! Ha! Now you're baffled.

I like the word slapdash (and yes this is a word). It sounds like a "hit-and-run". Hahahahaha!

I'm gonna go and type some more now on a different story. Can you believe I have 58 pages of this just waiting for you?

Goodbye darlings!

-Avery