Celesti Academia

The Letter

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Day into night, night into day. Time passes for everything and everyone, no one can escape time, not even in dream. Especially in my dreams, where everything is bright and perfect and happy. At least this dream was.

I was in a field, with bright colored flowers that stretched on for miles. The sky was a bright blue and seemed so close, that if I stretched my arm out, I could just barely touch the clouds that floated above me. That if I stood on my tip toes, the cloud was barely above my finger tips. So I stretched and stretched, trying my hardest to touch this large white fluffy cloud that floated above my head. I really wanted to know what this fluffy cloud felt like. Would it be fluffy and soft, like a lambs whool? Or would it be logical, and be nothing but air and water? But this being a dream, I knew it could be anything, so I tried and tired again, to touch that cloud. But the farther I stretched up, the farther it seemed to move away.
Closer and closer the cloud appeared. I was just about to touch it, to finally know what a cloud felt like. To be the first ever to know what its texture was like, when I heard my name being called in a distance, snapping my out of my dream, and into a sitting position. Blinking away to haze in my mind, I looked around the room I was in. MY room, my small lightly colored room. Looking to the clock, I let out a soft sigh. Just couldn't I have [i]five [/i] more minutes of sleep, now I will be wondering what a cloud felt like, all day. I threw off my blankets as I heard my dad call up from down stairs. "Hurry up, or you'll be late!"

Smiling lightly I knew by looking at the clock. I wouldn't be late, that I had plenty of time, but I rushed through getting dressed. Slipping on a pair of tight comfortable dark blue jeans, a tight fitting, v-neck black T shirt, I laced up my black boots, and figured through my long midnight black hair and ran down the stairs.

The house smelt of bacon, eggs and toast. And aroma that had my mouth watering and my stomach growling as I entered the kitchen. As I walked in, my father was placing the last plate of toast on the table, next to a full plate of eggs and one of bacon. My stomach growled louder as I neared the table. "Morning dad, smells good." I said taking my seat at the table and begun spooning food onto my own plate.
Smiling my dad took his seat across from me, and begun filling up his own plate. "Morning to you too Nat. Did you sleep well?"

I nodded. "Very well." I said around a piece of toast. Then looked to him. "How about you?" I knew my father usually slept little to nothing, due to all the work he usually brought home.

"More then normal." he shrugged, which meant a lot, compared to the little he got the night before.
Eating in silence I glanced at the clock, caculating how my time I had left. School started at seven thirty that meant I had at least forty minutes till classes started, it took only fifteen minutes to drive there, so the only thing I would have been late for this morning, was eating breakfast with my father. Actually I wouldn't miss it, it was the only quality time we got to spend with each other. Being a single parent, my father worked hard, but earned a lot of money doing so. Keeping us both happy. I helped by doing the shopping and cleaning, but I still gave a lot of credit to him. For raising a child on your own, and keeping a full time job with out any help, took a lot, and I loved him a lot more for it.

Though most of the time, Dad usually worked late, or he had so much work, he had to bring it home and that usually kept him locked in his study all night.

"Any plans for today?" Dad asked, breaking through my thoughts.
"Might hang out with Ashlyn." I said with a shrug. Ashlyn was my best friend in the world, and my closest friend since preschool, and she was also my neighbor for just as long. Ashlyn usually drove us to school, seeing as I don't have my own car, as of yet.