Under that mattress with those tiny fingers covering her ears, everything seemed to be over. There was just a big black stain surrounding her and shy sounds of voices far, far away. Jenny tried to embrace her fantasy, decorating those familiar voices with a different body, romper suites , childlike laughs. Her heart then finally reached serenity , calming her down with the correct number of beats. In that house, right next to her room, there were two children: a girl and a boy , playing and filling up their day with a dreamy happiness and silly jokes.
Jenny was happy now, because they were.
She felt a soft , relaxing, tender feeling giving her soul a huge hug.
Then the morning came.
Mommy was awake in the kitchen. Her feminine shoulders were covered up by a white transparent shirt belonging to some of her men. She was wearing panties and standing behind the curtains.
The almost-empty wine bottle in her delicate hand was about to fall while her gaze was trying to reach something on the other side of their narrow shabby garden.
It was Daddy, with his serious suit matched with a black tie which grandma gave him.
He entered into his big car, where Jenny's feet never had the honor to lay, and run away.
Two little hands pulled Mommy's shirt .
Jenny was looking for attention: her stomach was screaming and hurting since the day before.
"Can i have some breakfast Mommy?"
The women turned around throwing a sad heavy look at her daughter and then opened up the fridge:
Two apples , a piece of their neighbors' son birthday cake from the week before, three beers.
Mommy picked the cake and put it on the small wooden table .
Jenny's teeth were delighted to finally step on something, and her tongue was jumping joyful for meeting her new food-friend.
Some time after, Jenny walked straight into her messy room and took a blue sky t-shirt with just one spot on it.
She kissed Mommy's cheek and stepped out of the door, dragging her old orange bag all the way down the road, 'til she reached the bus stop.
