"Maybe dreams do come true after all. Even dreams we chase at midnight hours, Shorts."
At least Ray had dreams to chase because I ran away from mine. My dreams aren't the kinda dreams I could just wake up at midnight and chase 'em.
I have nightm...
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"RAY, GET UP," the voice repeated for the tenth time this morning. At first, I thought it was a dream, but the level of repetition of those words was no dream at all. Then there was something I was longing for a while now.
Sweet ol' silence.
Nothing good lasts forever though 'cause that silence was gone as quickly as it came.
"Ray, get up," came again with a sharp ass poke to my ribs. My mind was willing to get up, but my body was betraying me 'cause I wasn't a morning person and my eyelids were way too droopy to open. The more I chose not to respond the harder the poking got to the point where I couldn't resist any longer.
It was my mother dearest who decided to poke the sleep outta me with a broom in one hand and a slice of pie in the other. What didn't shock me was her distance away from me 'cause I kinda attacked her the last time she woke me up.
"Mum, you woke me up at-" I checked the time on my yellow and orange G-shock wristwatch, "4 in the morning?!?!?" I whined in disbelief, hoping that would be a good enough excuse to continue the kinda sleep I haven't done in months.
"Finally you're awake. You sleep harder than your father. Now get up your father wants to talk to you. I would but I'm running late."
Mom was all smiles this morning. That was a good thing because the worry lines on her forehead and the dark circles under her eyes were all gone. No how-are-you's were asked today, and God was I grateful!
"Can't I sleep for at least ten more minutes please," I begged, like literally begged. I was on my knees in a praying position. Mum chuckled away, giving me the kinda hug and cheek kisses I hadn't gotten in a while. I sighed in happiness; secretly wishing things were back to the way they were.
"I love you okay. Don't you ever forget that. Oh, I left you some delicious breakfast in the oven."
The moment breakfast slipped outta her mouth, my smile tightened. The time she took making breakfast is going in the garbage, because I'm not eating her food.
How does she not notice that her cooking can kill someone?
Checking her time, mum kissed my forehead one more time. She exited the room happier than she entered in with her pumpkin pie grin. On her way out dad gave her some morning kisses and smacked her butt. A squeal of laughter escaped her lips as she said 'me too". Guess they understood each other that good 'cause he didn't even have to say I love you.
His actions already spoke for him.
"How's my girl?" Dad grinned, ruffling my bird nest of a hair.
"She's a working progress," I honestly stated, wiping the trail of drool from my cheeks.
"Great, because I've got to go to work and Chris isn't coming anytime soon.....which is why Ray will be helping you paint your room. Don't eat your breakfast your mother left you, because I choked on it. Literally."
