Searching for Winter

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The smell of blue seeping under my door woke me up, filling all of the little spaces and crevices in my room with the scent. I checked the miniature clock on my bedside table that I’d been given for a birthday present, as a hint to wake up on time more often. It had an ugly picture of a wet cow nose on the face of it, with an alarm that was the most obnoxious, loud mooing sound you’d ever hear in your entire life. I didn’t use it very often.

Even still, it was useful to check the time, which now ticked past two a.m. Perfect timing. I rolled out of bed slowly, making sure my feet didn’t tangle in the blue sheets as I stepped onto the cold, hardwood floor. The wood panels were perfectly sanded with a thin layer of wax over them so I never had worries about stubbing a toe, or getting a splinter.

I slid my feet along the cool floor, over to the wall where my calendar hung. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I wanted to make sure it was the right day. A giant paled picture of a sunflower hung over the word ‘September’, and I dragged my finger down to today, Friday the twenty-third.

My lips stretched into a smile, and I made three giant steps to my door, pulling it open. Stepping out onto the chocolate colored carpet, I stood right outside my doorway, looked up at the flat white creamer colored ceiling above me and sucked in an enormous breath, yelling out, “IT’S THE FIRST DAY OF FALL!!” My voice echoed off the almost bare walls, coming back to me in a whisper. I decided that we need more things in the house.

Satisfied with my announcement, I ran over the second floor connector bridge to the stairs, squishing my toes into the carpet while my oversized t-shirt bounced around my knees. Time to find the source of the blue smell.

My nose lead me down the stairs onto the cold marble floor, that gave my presence away by making tiny patting noises with my feet. I turned right through the main entrance of the house, passing under the chandelier that my parents bought at a yearly auction. It was a tradition of theirs to attend one each year. They got the chandelier just two years ago, and it now hung 15 feet above my head, the low-set light dancing off the surface of the hanging shards of glass, as if to show off. I smiled a little, continuing on and passing under the connector bridge that brought both sides of the house together.

I followed the blue smelling scent until it led me to the kitchen. Pushing open the wooden double doors, I carefully stepped in to find Miss April, our house cleaner, washing up some cooking utensils and cleaning crumbs off the countertops. Her dark brown eyes wandered up to where I was standing, and her lips warmed into a smile that could even cheer up a wilting flower.

“Good morning Miss Winter. Sleep alright?” She asked with a slight tinge of a deep southern accent. Her accent had been thicker when she first arrived, but over the years it’s become not as prominent as it used to be, which always made me a little sad. I was five when my parents first hired her to live with us as a live-in house cleaner, but she soon picked up the role of being my nana too.

“Good morning Miss April! I slept great. How’d you sleep?” I replied, leaning over on the counter across from her.

“I was sleeping just fine until I heard some crazy girl screaming at the top of her lungs this morning.” She joked, putting away the rest of the cooking utensils. I gave a small giggle in the remembrance of my Spartan-like yell from the second floor.

“That’s not true! I know you were up earlier than that. I smelled something blue cooking this morning when I woke up.” My eyes searched around the kitchen for the source of the smell, but to no avail. I heard her give a small chuckle, and I looked back at her.