Elena,Elena

Chapter 5 Sleepy eyes and unexpected visits

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I feel the heat of a Sunday morning rising on my face. I am tired and need more sleep. Plus the bed feels so good.

A booming sound resonate around the room in an endless echo. I groan as I lift myself up with as much energy as I can to turn off the alarm. When i finally got up, I see a sleeping Kathy. She is cuddled up besides me in a yellow cupcake pajama I used to wear. Her hair is in front of her face and scattered around her shoulders.

I wanted to take her home last night, but she was way too drunk . When she made it to the van after I took her out from the party, before vomiting a few hundred times between every three nanoseconds, I asked her where she lived. But I guess the question hit a trigger for her and she started to scream at me. I could not have comprehend what she was screaming about or why.

Kathy had her ways of overreacting and being stupidly funny, but she was never the kind of person to be mean without any plausible reason. And it makes her not only a good person but a good friend.

I think I'm getting a little cheesy now.

Anyways, I drove her here and tried to get her to sleep. But the poor girl ate all my ice cream and pop tarts that I bought from a from a store not too far.

So after her food escapade, it became difficult for her to sleep so I stayed up with her to just chat. I tried to ask her why she was screaming earlier but she just started talking about ice cream and why they call it that.

After a very, very long time, after she flamingo danced and wobbled on my bed for a reasonable time, after my eyes were killing to shut, she fell asleep. I was happy that I could've gotten to rest my eyes, even for three hours.

Yes, three little tiny hours. I vowed to kill her when she wakes up. She made me lose sleep.

I lie down on my back staring up at the ceiling. It feels weird, yet safe to have someone next to you.

As I count the circles on the ceiling, my mind cannot help but think about the reason for Kathy's strange behavior.

I wonder why. My mind just keeps repeating this question and it makes my head feel like it's gonna explode sooner or later.

I lift the white sheets off my body and throw my feet out. The air feels cold because of the dissipating warmth from the sheet. I go to the mirror and stare at the zombie before me. My hair is in a bun that falls to the back of my head letting loose strands out to paste on my face. The hair is in my mouth and eyes.

"Yay , I'm a zombie, I'm dead alive!" I exert in front of the mirror.

"Why are you talking to yourself ?" a drowning voice says. I turn around to find Kathy trying to hug my pillow.

"I wasn't talking to myself" I defend

"Sure" she says. The sarcasm is laced in her tone like a flower knitted onto a quilt.

I step aside from the mirror and head to the cupboard. I pull out a black baggy pants and a jersey that says 'Neff Laugh Louder' with a smiley face of rainbow colors.

I lay my undergarments and the clothing in the bathroom cupboard.

After my shower, I came back out to see Kathy up and well. She is in the kitchen sitting on one of the mahogany stools centred around the grey island.

I watch her make circles on the island with her index finger. Her hair in now wrapped in a bun on top of her head.

I walk up to her and watch as she shifts her body to watch my every movement.