In love with a Unicorn

Waking Up

The bright glow of dawn light hanging from the window ruined the desire to continue sleeping peacefully in my comfortable cot. The warmth of the tails that my grandmother Ruth had given me the day my little cabin had ended up in the territories belonging to humans was the most comforting thing in the world.

I stretched slowly, not in a hurry, allowing each of my limbs to stretch fully, and letting out a couple of yawns. There was nothing like waking up in the comfort of an independent nineteen-year-old girl with a place for herself. A smile crept over my lips.

I stood up, placing my thin patties inside the panda bear, Seth's gift. I watched my room, not much that I moved but it was notoriously furnished. Its walls of wood and natural stone, the crackling of the window-led fire, the small window on the side of my bed, and the furniture made by my cousins Warren and Dale, gave it a homey look.

I walked steadily toward the room with several divisions, while taking a change of clean clothes along with underwear, I glanced a little at the framed images on the surface. Moments interspersed in a short time and spent with my family and friends were immortalized in them, the truth is that one, in particular, caught my attention by drawing me in a sigh: a day of the past years in the past, next to him were Vanessa and Warren, And on the other end we were with a hand on the arm that my dear unicorn tended me.

Good times, though with a hint of sadness and restlessness.

I gave up the emotions before they could settle in for the rest of the day, today I did not want the feelings of impotence overwhelming me. I closed the drawers when I finished making the necessary and headed for the bathroom. I washed my teeth, my blue-green eyes returned my dreamy look, and I headed for the shower. A cold shower was what I needed to cool my desolate emotions.

When I finished, I dressed quietly in a grey blouse, a long plaid flannel, tight little jeans, and my favourite booties. Completed my dress, I continue with my hair silky and wet by the bathroom. I dried it and brushed as best I could, choosing to pick it up in a ponytail with a small braid on one side.

Leave my bunny pyjamas in the laundry basket, turn off the fire in the fireplace in my room, and then pass the kitchen-study room and through the door, closing the wire.

My favourite season of the year, autumn, gave me a warm welcome to the outside. Amazing. The leaves with the tonalities of the season fascinated me, took a great breath of fresh air and followed the boundary that led to the main house of the reserve.

Although nicely done, my own breakfast in the cabin kitchen, I actually like to eat with my family. I did not like leaving my brother at all abandoned in the attic that we once shared running and getting into trouble in every corner of Fablehaven. Besides the clear fact, that I did not want to separate from my cousins and grandparents either.

I arrived in ten minutes at the porch of the house. Touch the fist of times, opening the door my little brother face with few friends. I had given an impressive boost in recent years, so much so that I took the head of the media. His brown hair carried him in the military style, or less a little longer and his blue eyes shone with remarkable annoyance.