The Memories We Made

Prologue

I wake up to the sound of "Why" by Sabrina Carpenter, her questioning making me drift out of my dream full of models begging me to take their picture, my pompous ass refusing to attend to people taller than myself.
Sighing, I reach to my right, turning off the alarm on my phone, Sabrinas words hanging in the air.
It takes me a while to get up, but as soon as I remember what's going down today, my sleepiness goes away replaced with nervousness, knots forming in my stomach.
Looking around my apartment, the succulents hanging off my ceiling sway a bit as I had left the window open next to my bed, the early morning air of New York drifting in.
The sound of early birds honking their horns ring in the air.
After practically digging and scavenging my closet, I decided to wear a jean jacket I bleached myself, a white tee with a sketch of a cactus, striped pants, and red heels, knowing I'll feel confident in it.
Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, I yawn and stretch my pale arms, the sun casting a yellow hue to them. After my stretches, I get up and walk to the vibrant yellow comforter holding my outfit.
Rubbing my eyes, I grab the striped pants, tugging them up to cover my underwear.
As I put on the rest of the clothes, I think and plan my day, every morsel of every hour important.
Today, if you didnt know, which you probably dont, Im going to Blue Photography, one of the best photography companies of New York and also the place that has my dream job: to be a Blue Photographer.
I smile to myself, slipping the red heels on, remembering the first time I took a photo, the focal point a small dandelion I had found in my elementary schools field for the science fair (I didnt win but the photo made me happy).
Flipping my brown hair to one side, I walk to the bathroom, stumbling, as always, over the unsteady tiles.
I catch myself before I can fall face first on the floor, a scarlet blush aready appearing on my ears, my cheeks, even my collar bones turning red.
Huffing, I just kneel down and open the cabinet, the cluttery mess staring back at me, reminding me that I am the most messy person ever.
'Jesus, Eva, do you ever clean up?' is what Joey said the first time he came to my apartment, his lip curling with disgust, his bluntness not surprising at all as he says whatever comes to mind from: 'That dress is sooo ugly, I swear to God!' to 'You know everybody knows you stained your pants, so dont even try giving me the cranberry juice excuse.'
Pushing things to the side, I find my tangerine perfume, spritzing small fumes everywhere, coughing when I accidentally spray it in my mouth.
After my hacking and coughing comes to a stop, I walk to the small kitchen containing even more plants, tulips and strawberries littering the counter.
Opening my fridge, I look inside and see that all I have is an expired GoGurt, a slice of cake from last nights party at Claudias house, a bag full of lemons, and milk inside a glass jug.
Grabbing the jug and the slice of cake, I settle myself at the small neon blue stool I had bought at a flea market when I had moved out of my Moms house in Chicago, putting my makeshift breakfast on the mahogany coffee table I bought at Ikea.
Without a clean spoon in sight or a will to get up and clean one, I eat the cake with my hands, neon cake frosting coating my fingers.
Eating the cake and taking swigs of the milk, I look out the window next to the table, the steel gray of the buildings across the street contrasting with the light blue sky as well as the people walking on the sidewalks.
Snapping out of my daze, I get up and throw the paper plate in the trash, licking the frosting off my fingers.
Grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter as well as my Nikon camera, looping its leather lanyard over my head, I head to the front door,
its chipped paint staring at me as I open it.
With a last glance behind me to the small confines of my apartment, I smile slightly and close the door behind me.

Authors Note:
Thank you so much for reading The Memories We Made or TMWM!
Hope you stay long enough to watch Eva grow as well as meet Noah.