A Splash of Color

two [edited]

Amber

The next morning I woke to the smell of food wafting in from the hallway. I groan as I start to wake up and notice the bed empty on the other side. I slowly get up and make my way to the kitchen. When I get there I see Shanti cooking breakfast. "Shanti?"

"Oh, good morning, Amber," she greets me, before turning back to cook whatever she was making for breakfast.

"Morning," I greet back.

"I got up early and I noticed you didn't have food so I went to the shops to grab some stuff for you. You barely had anything there," she says with a hint of worry.

"Oh, thanks," I say before a yawn leaves my mouth.

"No problem, but do I have to come by everyday to make sure you're eating?" She asked a bit sternly.

"I'm just not as hungry," I say as I walked over to the fridge and saw the things she bought for me. They were mostly all the essential items, and I mentally reminded myself to pay her back.

"Well, you need to eat," she said, while she faced the stove.

"Alright, I will," I say, while closing the fridge.

"Ok, the food is almost done, can you grab me the plates?" She asks.

"Sure." I grabbed them off the shelf for her and set them beside her on the counter. While she dished us the breakfast she made, I got the silverware and a couple of napkins. She brought over our plates and I went to the fridge and pulled out orange juice. I got out the cups and filled them both before putting the juice away. I carried them over to the table and we both ate.

After we finished, I decided to wash the dishes while Shanti packed away the leftovers. When she finished she came over to help dry the dishes and put them away. Once those were out of the way, we both made our way to my couch and I laid back against her. "Thanks for letting me stay over," she said as she brushed through my hair. "You're welcome," I say while tilting my head back to look at her. She smiled down at me before continuing to stroke my hair, and I moved my head so it was comfortable.

I hadn't realized I fell asleep until I woke up and noticed Shanti was gone. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and saw a piece of paper on the coffee table. I picked it up and read it over.

'You fell asleep, it's ok, but I hope you're sleeping well. I started a load in the washer, so don't forget to check those. Thanks for letting me stay the night. I'll see you tomorrow at work.

Love Shanti.'

I sighed and set the note back down and went down the hall to see if the clothes in the wash were done. I moved the clothes into the dryer and decided to tidy up my room since I haven't cleaned it the past few days. While cleaning I decided to just clean everything since I had nothing better to do. I took the clothes from the dryer and brought them into my room. I folded both Shanti and I's clothes and I put them away in our separate drawers. Once I was done I sat on my bed and looked around my room until my eyes landed on my journal. I got up, walked over to my desk and picked up my journal. I unhooked the pen from the spine of the journal and opened to a clean page. I started writing about anything and everything.

My journal was mostly filled with thoughts I had. When I first wrote in the journal it was mostly how dull everything was for me. Since I could only see black and white I couldn't fully experience the beauty of everything. I never had a fun childhood because everything was so dull in my eyes. Because of this impediment I had I was constantly teased for being the weird girl.

I sighed at the memories and just continued to write in my journal. Anything that came to mind I wrote down and read over what I had. This continued until I had a page full, it's not a lot, but I always write until the page is completely filled out. I closed my journal and set it aside then I got this piercing headache. I closed my eyes tightly and held my head as the pain hit. I tried to open my eyes and once I did I thought I saw something. It was faint, but I thought I saw...color.