Midnight Chimera

[1.0] The Day of Reality

I woke with mascara blended along the lines of my noticeable wrinkles. My mom would be unsatisfied of this horrifying aging when supposedly I'm the bright, young woman just eighteen of age. This would be major. Although there was little in me that questioned why I should gain this at such age when really, I'm still as young as the morning.

With a chant, "Waking up is good. I'm real. I'm me." I started off my brightly shining day with a pleasant smile and quickly changed the baggy pajamas. A stretch here and there helped to awaken numb senses as I jumped around to release the want to sleep especially when it's tempting in so many ways. But all in all dismissed the thoughts when I tidied up to a short dress of beige and slipped to a footwear of the same shade.

With little to say than a good starter, I had let Mr. Antoine to lead the way to where my Father and Mother had been waiting. All of the maids and their interns were up and running early in the morning for they all swept back and forth, with the courtesy of a bow whenever they saw me. I smiled tightly, not wanting to give anyone a hint of favor and tried terribly not to when I saw Theara walking down the long hallway of a red carpet laid.

"Good morning, Miss." Theara spoke with such glee in her smile as she lowered down her head.

I greeted formally back at Theara but with a quick "I'll talk to you later" for I wanted to badly converse with her.

Still, I composed hardly and straightened up when we halted in the right room. At last, when I recognized its vicinity, and had let go of Antoine with a word of thankfulness. Hurriedly opened the door with unheralded force. And my Mother—with expectant eyes of the grace I should have shown—was there to eye me dreadfully this fine morning. However, Father was as usual unable to peer his eyes off on today's newspaper with his ancient of a tablet.

Unfortunately Dad had the affinity for the old beauty of things whilst my Mother became favorably inclined to the beauty of today's technology. Gratefully I could never been better with their own choices for their standards of beauty balanced out life.

I both recognized my parents with barely a whisper in my tongue and neither did respond the same. The table then again fell atrociously silent in the middle of clashing fork and spoon I've been continually moving. Until...

"My child, would you be a dear and pass the syrup?" My Mom instructed with sweet poise in her mouth.

And I got to work and found the syrup finely settled to where my Mom meticulously sat herself. She smiled, but the fine lines under her eyes had directed something nearer to vexation. Until I can't reach anymore and given up.

"So I thought." My Mom had murmured finely under her breathe and moved her perfectly arched brow up.

And Dad spoke inevitably, "Mind your Mother, Sereign."

For the whole breakfast, both of my parents seemed to disprove my presence for they upheld developing conversations not of my comprehension; especially when they talked of their businesses. Dad had several potential investors to meet and a visit to mature his ever-growing stocks had always his way to end his day while Mom had beauty preparations before soaking herself in matter of women talks.