The Colours Between Us; g.d

Nana and Edgar

"Kat!" I heard someone from afar yell my name.

I hum, not opening up my eyes from the exhaustion I was feeling, hoping that the person that was yelling my name heard me.

Once silence grew around me, I heard my name being called once more.

"What?" I yell back at the dreadful sound that was my name, lifting my head from my comfortable pillow below before falling back into it. 

I heard steps run up the stairs and saw a figure at my bedroom door. 

"Kathleen Dawn Jackson!" My mother shrieked, hearing my closet open, "How are you still in bed?" she asked, feeling an item of clothes being thrown on my face. 

I groan, opening my eyes looking at my pink church dress before looking back at my dressed and angry mother. 

"Get ready! We're leaving in ten minutes!" She yelled at me once more before running back downstairs to meet with my father.

I whine, slowly opening my eyes again, looking around my room as the memories from last night flood my mind. 

Was it a dream? 

I asked myself before looking at my outfit to find myself wearing Grayson's clothes from our adventure.

I sat up, looking at myself with wide eyes. Last night really happened.

Oh my.

I brought the shirt to my nose, taking in his smell, closing my eyes as I admired his scent. Absolutely divine.

I giggle uncontrollably as I got up from my bed and looked at my dress that laid on my covers.

I don't want to get out of these clothes, they smell too good.

Looking at my clock above me, I knew that I had to get ready before we were late to church.

And so his comfortable clothes come off.

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"What is up with you today, little girlie?" I hear my grand-mother ask me from the row in front of us as church wrapped up, getting ready for their ending song.

I yawned, rubbing my eyes before looking at her. 

She was a beautiful black woman. Words cannot describe her beauty, hence why her name was Arabella. I don't know how they came up with that name, but they wanted to incorporate the word 'bella' in it.

Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but her beauty came out of the inside as well. She forgave her white master for the awful things he's done to her and learned to move forward.

I aspire to be like her.

"Now granny," I said quietly to her as I watched my mother leading the choir to the chant. "If I tell ya, ya can't tell my mama or my papa." I warned her, looking at her as she smiled at me.

My granny and I were inseparable. She was my best friend ever since my grand-pappy died in the war.

She did a zip up on her lips as she pat my thigh, looking at my talented mother singing along with the group of black women.

"I'll tell ya all about it when I come over. How bout that?" I asked her, knowing she'll say yes. My grand-mother loved listening to all of the drama that happened in my life.

It makes her feel young again.

I looked in front of me as I made eye contact with Lorraine who sat at the very front with family. She turned back and waved at me, blowing a kiss towards me as she mimicked the choir's song.