in my right mind

3

Meredith's eyes fluttered open as the alarm clock rang sharply in the emptiness of her room. Cuddled among the blankets of fur, she stretched and rubbed her eyes gently before a soft smile plastered itself onto her face. Today was the day that she was going to be enrolled into the system. Today was her nineteenth birthday, and she had desperately waited for this day. Her parents were extremely excited for her and couldn't wait to have their only normal child introduced to the society. She sat up in her bed and yawned once before slipping her feet into her warm footwear and standing up. She quickly made her bed, tucked in the numerous bed sheets, folded the duvets, and puffed the pillows and then made her way to her en suite bathroom.

Twenty minutes saw her turning around into the fresh beauty that came out. With her blonde hair conditioned, teeth brushed and perky body toweled in a peach bathrobe after that cold winter bath, she rushed into her wardrobe. Lathered with creams and perfume she slipped into the new designer clothes she had reserved for this day. While applying the final dab of lipstick on her full lips she noticed a piece of paper onto her dresser.

There was never a piece of paper on her dresser. Fueled by her obsessive compulsive disorder to keep her room like a hotel room, she would never leave a stray piece of paper lying around. Least of all on her dresser. Her grandiose room was spotlessly clean without a speck in sight. To some levels it was too tidy to feel like home. But that was normal. That was how people were. She was, proudly, perfectly normal.

Wrinkling her face in disgust, she picked up the paper. It was more of an act to rid her dresser of a paper than an act of curiosity. Her shallow brain would never allow her to think what might be written on it. She made her way to the lilac trashcan besides the exit door to her room and deposited the piece of paper in there.

Being so light, it swiveled through the air and then helicoptered its way down to the bottom of the empty basket. Like everything else in the room, the basket was empty and clean. The red ink that was now revealed because of the graceful unfolding of the paper in midair slapped the bottom of the waste basket. The words were loud but Meredith was too deaf to their effect. She moved on to her dressing chair with a sway of the hips, deliberating what paint she could coat her nails with as she bit her lip in full concentration. Outside, the single leaf that had dared to still be attached to a single tree in this bone chilling whether snipped off of its branch courtesy to a sharp wind and swayed off along with it. A single large cloud shadowed the earthlings from the sun.