Don't you hate the sound of obnoxious beeping?
Of course you do. Who doesn't?
Now let me ask you this:
Don't you hate the sound of obnoxious beeping, first thing in the morning, at the asscrack of dawn?
Because same.
Anyway, my alarm clock omitted it's satanic wake up call, and my eyes snapped open. My hand blindly tries to find the tiny devil and shut it the hell up.
"Off, off, off, turn off."
I mumble. Finally, silence.
I think to myself the same thing I do every morning
"I need a new alarm clock."
I scratch my lower back as I trudge to the bathroom and commence my morning ritual.
My fingers find the freezing cold faucet handles and goosebumps erupt upon my skin.
There's the standard click of the faucet turning and I try to shake off my goosebumps as I undress.
The warm water feels so nice on my skin.
It's almost orgasmic. I lace my fingers through my hair and massage my scalp.
This goes on for about seven to ten minutes before I actually do something productive. Like washing myself.
Ugh...
Anyway, I somehow manage to pry myself from the hot water and step into the unrelenting cold of my hallway.
Now that I'm awake from the shower, it makes the morning so much easier. My whole life I've been a morning person.
I recall some years ago, I crawled out of my bed at 7:00 on a weekend, got myself some chocolate milk, and snuck into my mothers bed with her and my father.
I remember that morning fondly, because it was one of those days where we all just stayed in bed, tickling each other, snuggling, laughing, and just being a family.
It brings a smile to my face as I'm drying my hair, but also a wave of sadness as I remember my dad, who died about a year or so after that day.
I push the memory from my mind and focus on getting myself ready.
Am I gonna do something with my hair or just say
"fuck it"
And pull it into a sloppy bun?
Stay tuned.
After I'm done with drying my hair, and put on some makeup, I decide to go with the latter.
It's Friday, I've done my part for the week.
The sun is peeking out from the ocean line visible from my window.
This is why I torture myself by getting up so early. Just so I can see the sun rise from its sleep and watch the sky become its canvas.
Orange and pink streaks make the sky look as though it's been cut open, bleeding vibrancy. I smile to myself and sip my iced coffee, which I had brewed last night.
The view I'm soaking in makes getting up so early all worth while.
I'm so focused on this scene that I almost forget that Jasper is picking me up for school.
The knock at my door grips my thoughts and throws me back into reality.
I tear my eyes from my window and slip my backpack onto my shoulders before heading to my mothers room.
She's still sleeping peacefully, which makes me smile. I place a soft kiss on her forehead and brush her hair from her face.
"Good morning mommy. I'll see you after school."
I murmur in her ear.
She smiles and tells me she loves me and to have a good day.
Another knock from Jasper.
"I'm coming!"
I say as I leave my mom's room.
Finally, Jasper stands before me in my doorway.
"Good morrow, Mr. Impatient."
I tease, poking him in the stomach.
"And to you, Ms. Takes-a-million-years."
He rebuttals.
We make our way down from my apartment floor, enjoying the cool air from the beach so close by.
"You get up so early, and yet we still manage to be running behind, without fail, every morning."
His complaint is met with a shrug from me.
"I only get up to watch the sunrise. Let me live."
He let out a chuckle.
"Absolutely not."
He said.
"Oh, so you're gonna crash the car and kill me?"
I antagonize
"Yes."
He replied, bumping my hip with his.
Except he's 6'3 and I'm 5'3 so it was more his hip, my elbow.
"What if you die too?"
He shrugged.
"Double whammy."
I sipped my coffee, the touché implied.
The ride to school is about fifteen minutes, and Jasper and I argued about which song was gonna play for all of them.
"Bitch, I don't wanna hear "Aloha" for the 800th time!"
He said.
"And I don't wanna hear "Heavy Dirty Soul" for the 8 millionth time! Ya dick!" I shot back.
The funny thing is, Jasper and I both love pretty much every song, except the ones we don't like.
It's weird, but simple.
Of course we only argue in good spirit, and he gives me a quick side hug before I head to class.
My first class is art, and I sit next to Matty Cramer, the sweetest, but shyest boy I've ever met. He's pretty popular though, which baffles me because I'm the only one he really talks to.
"Hey Calypso, you look really nice today."
His greeting brought a smile to my face.
"Thank you Matty. I like your shirt."
Matty turned pink.
"I'm glad you like it."
He mumbled.
Like I said, so shy, so sweet.
And so cute. Those big brown eyes and messy brown hair... Matty is very attractive. That's probably why he's popular.
Our assignment was freedraw, so I painted the sunrise I witnessed this morning.
It was immensely difficult to capture the way the sun peeked over the horizon, and to properly depict the distinction between ocean and sky, but I tried my best.
Soon, first period was drawing to a close. Time always gets away from me when I'm painting. Mrs. Ansley dismissed us by tables.
"Calypso, darling this is gorgeous!"
She exclaimed, her large green eyes sweeping over my attempted sunrise.
"Thank you, ma'am. I tried to paint this mornings sunrise, but I'm not exactly satisfied with the results."
I'm the last person in the room, and Matty is outside, not so sneakily spying.
What a cutie.
"May I hang it up?"
Mrs. Ansley asked, waving aside my self criticism.
"Of course ma'am."
With that, I exited the classroom to meet Matty, but he was gone.
He probably went to his locker or something.
Which reminds me, so should I.
I open my locker mostly from muscle memory. If you asked me the combination, I probably couldn't tell you. My friends Kristen and Lucero have lockers near me, and they stood a couple feet from me, slaying everyone with their looks.
I have hot friends, so I'm used to it.
My locker creaks open, and as I reach in to grab my geometry book, a piece of folded paper flutters out and lands at my feet. I feel Luce's eyes on me as I pick it up.
"What's that?"
She asks.
Kristen turns as well, an inquisitive look on her face.
"I don't know. Probably an old drawing I was too lazy to throw out."
I answered as I opened it.
It wasn't a drawing, it looked like a letter.
Oh shit it is a letter.
Now I'm curious as I read the words scrawled across the lines.
Calypso,
Your eyes are a dream, your hair is a blanket.
Your smile is a good night sleep, and your voice is a soothing wake up.
My love, you have the most charming persona I've ever encountered.
You're like a Greek myth, from which you were named.
So pure, so lovely.
Sincerely,
-Anonymous
My jaw dropped.
What!?
Who!?
I.... what!!!???
"What is it? What does it say?!"
Kristen asked, taking in my expression.
I hesitate. For some reason, I don't wanna share this. It makes no sense considering these two are some of my best friends in the world, but still, I hesitate.
"Oh it's just an old story I forgot about."
I said, feeling horrible for lying to them.
I'll tell them, of course, but just for a bit, I need time to process this.
The bell sounded, and we all jumped.
"Shit, we gotta go."
The three of us darted to our next class.
I couldn't focus on a word my teacher was saying when he made a comment on my tardiness.
"Sorry, won't happen again."
I mumble.
As I sat through the lecture, thoughts tumbled in my head like socks in a dryer. Fuzzy and jumbled, I could only get one clear thought out.
I have a secret admirer....
But who?
