Dreams Come True

Chapter Two

When I woke the next morning, my head is pounding. I can see light through my eyelids. Okay, before you jump to conclusions, I am not some freaky weirdo mutant experiment thing, or a superhero or anything. It’s just in the mornings, just before I wake up, I can sense and kind of see light shining through my eyelids. I’m sure anyone can do it if they actually think about it.

I squeeze my eyes shut and roll over, shoving my face into my maroon polar fleece pillow. I can feel my head throbbing, my brain pounding against my skull, causing a sharp pain to run down by my nose and making me struggle to look into any light, or hear any sound. Yep, you heard right, I have a migraine. I feel a cold breeze and shiver. I pull up all my eight blankets to around my neck and snuggle into bed again. I begin to doze off again, falling into complete bliss, that is until my alarm went off. I groan again, this time really loudly. I grab my phone and turn it off. 6:55AM.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I don’t even have work today, it was my one day that I could sleep in and I had to forget to turn my alarm off. Seriously. Fuck the world.

I lay in bed for another ten minutes before getting up and going for a shower. As I stand under the hot shower, I wonder if I should use my winnings for all that I want, or my travel. Or both. I can’t decide.

I’m stuck between getting a Range Rover and a tattoo, or my travels to America. I seriously don’t know. I want them both, but I suppose there are some things you have to sacrifice in life, and for me, I choose to sacrifice my travels. I get out of the shower, excited to go buy a new car.

I dry myself and wrap the towel around my body and head down the hall to my room. I pull out my brand new light blue jeans and pair it with a plain white t-shirt and a cotton denim-looking jacket and black boots with a three inch heel and a gold buckle. I let my hair dry naturally, because then I will get natural curls. I clip my fringe up and put on a little bit of makeup.

I hear loud footsteps walking through the house and immediately know Emma is up. She sounds like a baby elephant, stomping her way through the house. I always joke with her about her sounding like an elephant whenever she walks. We have good fun together, just mocking each other.

I open my bedroom door and walk into the lounge, Emma is sitting on the couch with her cross stitch in hand. “What are you doing up?” I ask as I head to the kitchen to fix me a bowl of rice bubbles and banana. She shrugs, “I heard you in the shower and thought I might as well get up too.”

“Fair enough, what are you planning to do today?” I ask as I plop down on the couch beside her.

She holds out her hands and looks around her, “This,” I nod, “Seems fun” I say as I finish off my cereal. We sit in a comfortable silence as she cross stiches and I watch Rugrats. This is what I do every morning, when I have work and when I don’t. My body has programmed itself to wake up at either 7am or 8am. It sucks, I don’t sleep very well anyway and having short hours of sleep aren’t helping. I yawn and Emma looks at me, “You just got up and you’re tired.” She states and looks at me with her face full of concern. I nod and sigh, “I’m always tired,” I get up and wash my bowl and spoon and knife. “So, I have decided to buy a car today, want to come?” Emma jumps around and drops her cross stitch, “Heck yeah I do!” I grin, “Awesome, well let’s get going.” I say and head to get my handbag. I pick up my black bag; I look inside and make sure I have my keys, wallet, sunglasses and my new HTC Desire 300.

I used to have an iPhone 4, but I got sick of the layout and everything so I sold it to my aunty, whose phone was dying anyway, and bought my new phone. Plus it’s a lot easier to read on it, it having a bigger screen and all.