The Note ~A thief's heart~

"Kiyomi, Kiyomi..."

Someone's calling my name...who is it?

It's a familiar voice...a voice I know...

"Kiyomi, it's me."

"...Gramps? " I speak up, my voice sounding like it's floating.

It's my great-grandfather, who died thirteen years ago. I was five years old. What is he trying to tell me?

"Kiyomi..."

"What? I can't hear you..."I speak again.

I jut up in bed, my pink hair swishing to the front of my face. I blink my still sleepy eye's. "A dream..." My voice comes out groggily. I scan around my room, the sunlight of the morning brightly lighting up my entire bedroom through my bedroom window. 

I don't ever remember dreaming about Gramps before...And that dream felt so real. I think to myself, letting a yawn out and laying back down into the warmth of the bed. I turn my head to the side and glance at my light blue alarm clock.

"...8:53am..." My eyes widen from the sudden realization. " Oh, no! Im so late!!! I have to get ready for work!" I yell and quickly jump out of bed and rush into the bathroom.

I dont have time for a shower, so ill just wash my face and brush my teeth.

I looked at my image in the mirror of the bathroom. I had long light pink hair with a white-ish tinted look to it that reaches to my hips. My skin is pearl white. Im not very curvy like the other eighteen year old girls like me but I do have somewhat of a chest but not a big one to brag about. My face is pretty plain, I have big eyes, which are the color mixer of blue and green, a small noes and pink lips.

ugh, I have drool across my cheek...you are so atractive Kiyomi.

I think to myself making a silly face in the mirror, turning on the bathroom sink starting to wash my face quickly and brush my teeth.

It took me thirty minutes just to get ready all the way. " Im not going to hear the end of this..." I sigh to myself, " and I dont even have time to make breakfest for myself or a lunch...this sucks!" I slumped some as I complained. I was walking towards the exit of my room, before I stopped and turned, facing towards my jewelry box. I opened it, the morning sun glinting off my ring. It was a 24-carrot gold band ring with a small multi-colored volcanic stone in the middle of it. This ring is a momento from my great-grandfather. I slip the ring onto my left ring finger and smile sheepishly to myself.

I'll wear this today.

I think to myself and quickly walk out of my small apartment. " I wonder how long it's been since I last wore it?" I say to myself as I leave.

                         To be Continued...