Unsteady: Book One

Chapter Three

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 5:30 am. I felt arms wrapped around me. I lift up to see Michael staring at me.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Buenos dias, Miele."
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm not telling you!"
"Is it bad?"
"No! Of course not!"
I laughed at him, yet felt a little bad, he was so confused.
"Don't you have rehearsals at 7? And don't I have to do photography, and other stuff?"
He groaned.
"Yeah, so what?"
"We need to get ready."
"Mmm! Nooo!"
"Si, vamanos. Prisa!"
(Yes, come on. Hurry!")
I got off him and pulled him up. Then I pushed him to the door connecting our rooms together.
"Come back when your ready."
I closed the door, and cleaned up the whole room. Then I took a nice hot shower. I thought about how I've never been so comfortable with someone, like I am with Michael. He's like the ray of sunshine I've never had. I get out on the shower, lotion my legs, and put on my striped shirt and short jeans, and white chucks.

Then I dry my hair and put coconut oil in it to give my curls a little less dry look.

I put some Vaseline on my lips, and sprayed myself with White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor. I was ready. I grabbed my photography backpack, and tested my Nikon. It was fully charged and working. I tuned my violin and ukulele, and put them in my cases.
I knocked Michael's door, and opened it. He was sitting on the couch ready. When he saw me, he smiled.