Masquerade

When Life Gives You Lemons, Scorch Them

    Getting up in the morning has never been the most pleasant for me. I'd imagine it would be the same for most other people, but every morning at six on the dot, my brother could be heard stomping his way around the house with more enthusiasm than a third grade class room getting to watch an episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy.
I set an alarm, but it rarely ever works for my deep sleeping comatose self. My mother usually has to come in and slap my leg a couple of times just to wake me up.
Disappointment washed over me as memories of last night's dream came flooding back. I flopped back into a fetal position and tried to relive the vivid vision I had what felt like only moments ago.
The fire felt so right, but what could it mean? My usual dreams consist of rainbows and chocolate sprinkles. Also the occasional acid trip to Disney Land. Why do I now have a bad feeling about the day to come?
    I'm questioning to much this early in the morning. The best thing to do right now would be to just focus on the task at hand, get dressed and get on the bus. Surely it was just a dream and nothing to be concerned about.
    I tossed my worries to the side to ponder about for when I can actually keep my focus. Time for a shower I suppose.
    I walked into the bathroom to unexpectedly collapse right inside the door, slamming it shut with my numb limbs.
A tingly sensation overtakes my entire body. I clutch onto the sink, squeezing tight enough that my knuckles turn white.
As suddenly as it came, it was over. That was the strangest thing to happen to me in years and I wouldn't say I've had a very eventful year seeing as I don't get out very much.
Sighing, I reached to turn on the shower. I wiggled my fingers under the fresh stream of liquid to test the temperature but it didn't feel very cold.
It steamed off my hand immediately after coming in contact.
No matter how must I adjusted it, steam would rise off of my hand. Frustrating is what I'd like to call it. I stripped and stepped in careful not to slip.
    Having the water even slightly warm felt like a sauna, only further causing me to question what is happening? First the dream, and then the lost of muscle function and it's not even six thirty yet.
     Eventually I began to cool off after I set the water to as cold as possible. I'm finding these strange occurrences oddly exciting. Even if it is putting me in danger.
I've always found showers a great place to think and question "What is going to happen next?" The acoustics are also bomb in here. The relaxing atmosphere does wonders on tense muscles.
After scrubbing my unruly mop for a good while, I shut off the water. A sense of dread trickled through my veins. Just thinking about school is enough to make one queasy.
    I picked up my trusty hair dryer and switched it on. Maybe I would of noticed the, might I say cheap, metal of the electronic begin to melt and drip, if I wasn't to busy singing my heart out to the mirror.
     I switched it off satisfied with how quickly it dried. As I have very thick curly hair, brushing it was not an option for me. Unfortunately. It was time to attack it with an iron to reassure myself that I had some sort of control over an aspect of my life.
     "Crap!" I shouted as I checked the time for the first time that morning. It was seven fifty five and the bus comes at eight. The next five minutes consisted of stumbling around and throwing on any article of clothing within arms reach.
    I didn't have time to think as I flew out the door just in time to catch the bus as it was closing its doors. "Wait!" I yelled as I pounded my fist on the entrance.
   Reluctantly the driver sighed and opened for me to board. I heard a few hushed whispers and breathy giggles as I made my jolly way to my seat. 'Is there something on my face?' I thought to myself.
    I maneuvered myself to the last seat on the bus then plopped down preparing for the journey ahead. I slipped out my lavender earbuds and phone to listen to some jammy jams when I noticed something odd.
    When I reached into my bag, the water bottle I alway carry, began to boil. I closed my hand around it and it began it whistle and rock! That turned a few heads and I quickly tossed my bag under the seat to get that wretched noise maker away from me.
     I couldn't help but feel proud of the ensemble I managed to throw together in my unfortunate rush against time. I managed to slip on my favorite black pair of beat up converse. I had also jumped into a pair of thankfully, clean, black leggings. To top off my already basic look, I had a black velvet tank top on with a flower printed rose gold bomber jacket.
    The bus windows were fogged with early morning condensation from the chilly air. Call me childish, but I love to draw little pictures in the window to kill time.
    My hand was almost in contact but by the time it reached the window, it was cleared up. Same goes for all the windows. A hum of complaints began to arise as other passengers shrugged off their coats and jackets.
    A few more people were a bit more adamant in voicing their opinions.
"Oh my bejesus why is it getting so stuffy in here."
  "It's hot as balls roll down a window geez."
  "Ew the humidity is messing up my hair!"
   " What the hell! It's the middle of December!"
    "I BLAME GLOBAL WARMING!"

    Now people were just yelling. They really are a bunch of kids.

   Somehow this had to tie into my eventful morning. Something was happing to me, something bigger than I could comprehend. I've come to a conclusion that I'll have to confide in Anna about it when I get to school. For the time being, I'll just have to stay calm.