Finders Keepers

Chaprter 1: The Guest

Howling sounds of craving winds rushing through bedroom cracks brings my senses back to life in mid-night hour as I try to keep him out of my warm blankets that revolve around my cozy body. 

The sound is disturbing and prevails as I try to deeply focus to find the dream I once encountered as made me smile for no reason at all.

Unable to sleep in the cold dark mist, I rose like a walking dead, feeling nothing but a cold breeze rushing through the broken-pale window.

The clock marked a distinctive five and zeros in red neon lights, the only source of light radiating my sleepy face as morning wrinkles travel down my swollen face.

Unable to close it, I decided to illuminate the darkness in search for an object to close the jammed window and hopefully get back to some tight sleep. The intense light blinds my vision as I feel my pupils dilate to cope up with the suddenness.

I miserably start to feel the cold floor, warm feets turning cold blue, running down my aching spine,  giving me freezing chills. Goosebumps are no exception, specially when bare foot and without a cozy blanket.

Approaching the window, I took the iron bar and with one blow by the side, quickly  ended my torment. I couldn’t stop glancing through the mini-squared window, a pure white dove so elegant in lightened colour, it's feathers so soft and delicate as fragile but at the same time crisp resisting the morning breeze. Sparkles of dried ice ornamented it's wings as winter glitter, it was beyond comparison, so perfect, with a simple gesture of breaking the ice it took away my first smile of the day.

Its intense eye contact on me, is truly mesmerising, not even a single blink, my eyes meticulously observe every feathered details from its linear wings to his branched legs. I could hear the wind calling me in but I my affection was keeping me in.

With one lift, it delicately rose from the autumn leaves and dead branches, spreading his wings up high and taking away every bit of fractal ice, giving me a sense of joy and happiness. It was worth it.

My stinking-sticky body shouted for a hot morning bath and without excitation, I rush to the bathroom door. Once the lights were on, I placed my dried feet inside the freezing water (cold!) as I adjusted its temperature until it was absolutely perfect. With the set-up ready, I hit play button on Moving on by Marshmallo.

Smell of avocado flourished into my nasal as I comb my silky-tangled hairs until I nodded with clear satisfaction. Hot water travelled my naked body, meandering through my deep contours and shaped hills as splashes jumped out, in every direction.

Lacing my red tomy sneakers, after the refreshing shower, I pulled my tight blue jeans and adjusted my loosened t-shirt. I could see the deep sunrise, rising above my problematic window. "Don't ruin your day, Vinnie" I said, all tuned up.

Dropped out of my room and went straight down to the foggy kitchen. I grab myself a healthy,juicy, red apple and some packets of delicious crispy chips. Just to guarantee.

My wrist marked six o’clock as I took a calm deep breathe and smell pure nature at its best season, autumn. blowing my long black hair across the carved wooden door. Contemplating nature is a habit I still keep. Give time to admire nature, it feels so good.

Living inside a lush forest, has its immense benefits besides breathing fresh, unpolluted air and camp right in your yard,  but right now, it’s a big deal because I have to do a fifteen minute walk to college. Its the only way I figured it out to keep myself in shape because I just can't resist the temptation of crispy,crunch chips and homemade burgers. I have a serious eating disorder but thank god I have a 'fast metabolism' it simply means that I don't get fat. Back to the story, Can you imagine when I wake up late? I sprint like a gazelle.

Hopefully, I found a secret shortcut years ago that passes through the forest and gets me directly to college. Not the most fancy paved path but I know this forest like the palm of my hand. It’s kind of weird to come out of the bush and jump straight to school but its either this or picking up a bus thirty minutes away from home and spinning around town.

In 100 steps, I completely lost sight of my sweet home, just trees attached to scarce leaves surrounded me as I could hear squiks of birds, following the tight path as it curves on its edges, like how a river meanders but in firm-dry terrain?, where rocks stand by instead of pebbles and dark dry leaves instead of pure clean sand, so white in completion. It's beautiful I must admit. Beautiful indeed

Yes,  it's autumn but not for long as I feel the first breezes of the cold harsh winter cutting like glass shards in my frigid skin, cursing my warm chest as my arms tightened around my gloss-pink  wool sweater, written 'Made by Daddy' in big bold crochette letters.