The Melody Of Us

Glamorous

Before I could blink the sleep off my eyes, my phone started ringing, letting a huge guttural groan escape from my mouth.

What is it with people bugging you on a Sunday morning?!

I flip over to my side and start slapping the bedside table for my phone. I locate it and unwillingly drag it towards me.

By the time the phone fits in my palm, the call gets directed to the voicemail and I groan. I hate voicemails.

Keeping the phone on my lap, I sit up straight and rub the heels of my palms over my eyes.

My hair has managed to flitter out of my loose bun and I'm tempted to push them open.

I take a minute to let the stream of light embrace me, and do a full body stretch. That was refreshing.

My phone starts ringing again and when I look at the caller ID, I frown.

Why is Hailey calling me at such an early hour?

I swipe the screen to answer her

"What colour suits me best?" She squeals and I dramatically roll my eyes.

"Good morning to you too. I was having such an amazing romantic date with my precious sleep, but you decided to poke your nose EARLY IN THE MORNING. And not a simple morning, but a fucking SUNDAY MORNING!!" I blast out and there is a pin drop silence for a while.

When I smile victoriously for having shown Miss Hailey her place, she starts laughing like a maniac.

That's where I realise how wrong I was to think that my voice intimidated her to some extent...

"Aww, honey. You were anything but intimidating." Hailey says and I wonder if I spoke my thoughts out loud.

"Shut it, Hails. What do you want?"

"Well, what colour suits me?"

"You wear something in front of me and then I'll judge. Isn't that pretty obvious?"

"Well, I'll meet you in ten with my stock."

"Hey, hold up the horses! I'm still in my pajamas and I'm yet to accept that it's morning."

"Get your ass out of that bed or I'll do that for you."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Great. Get ready and then we're selecting the outfit for the party."

"Oh right. The party. I totally forgot."

"Ugh. Come on, then! Your future husband would be there too."

"Future husband?!" I choke on my own spit.

"Yep. Thank me later. I gave you a heavenly picture. Okay, bye!" She disconnects the call before I even utter a syllable.

Typical Hailey.

I drag my zombie-like body towards the washroom and turn on the shower. Stripping off my clothes, I step under the trickling water and close my eyes, letting it embrace me.

After a span of ten minutes, I draped a towel around my body and stepped out of the shower, marching towards my walk in closet.

I pull out my favorite cotton shorts and a sleeveless top.

By the time I tie my hair into a loose pony tail, the doorbell rings. I carry myself out of my bedroom and skip down the staircase to open the door.

Myra is already awake, sweating over the treadmill. Her hair is in a tight french braid and her thin framed glasses are perched up on her nose.

"Do you have a visitor, honey?" She asks, her voice coming out in breaths.