Untouched by Clocks

A Suck-ish Start

     The day started out crappy. Right when I woke up. I overloaded with unluckyness. I hated life today.

     First, the moment I got out of my bed I stubbed my toe on the bedside table, knocking it over and having a full glass of water resting on it topple over and crash on my floor. I then had to limp and dodge lethal shards of glass on the floor with exposed bare feet. I ended up tripping and slamming my forehead into my dresser. While landing on my hands, a rather sharp and huge piece of used-to-be-glass dug deep into my flesh, digging at my soul. At least it felt like it. Not to mention the few pieces that shredded my pajama pants and scored into my knees.

     Don't forget the part where I forgot there was another step down and tripped over it, landing face first and giving the floor a good hug. I was planted there. Never to move. At least until my dearest cousin with long and clumsy legs in the morning decided to trip over my crumpled body while getting out of his room. He decided to hug the floor too, seemed it needed some good loving.

     He let out a loud and long groan, tired and cracking, "Wenry, I hate you."

     "Shut up." I grunted back. I was in to much pain to do anything, and it's not like he can function to well in the morning either. "Stupid long-legged cousin named Cole." I added, feeling like I needed to settle a score.

     He lifted his calf and then let it fall back onto my abdomen again, using a little force. I heaved out the forced air leaving my lungs. Footsteps protruded swiftly out of the kitchen a few feet away and stopped near our sprawled out bodies. "I will allow no wrestling this early in the morning! I can't afford to have Eowen have any more bruises than she has given to herself. Get up, I've got eggs and cocoa on the stove. If you two don't hurry it'll be in Fredie's stomach before you can lift a finger."

     In order for her to see the pitiful state I was in I whimpered and lifted my hand, showing her my battle wounds with my room. She gasped, like the worried aunt she was, and cupped it in her hands to smother it with kisses. I smiled tiredly. Her kisses worked for everything.

      Darcy clambered out of her room and scowled at me, "Can you be any louder when getting up? Dear god woman, what happened, a massacre?!"

     "Something like it. Have a room to clean now." I shrugged. I shoved Cole's heavy and long legs off of me and got up to go get some band-aids. I traveled down the small little hallway that kind of looked like the doorways in Italy in small houses. The ceiling was rounded and a beige color. The floors were old wood and creaked to the slightest movement. There wasn't a place in the house where Aunt Tamie wouldn't know you were. Not that I sneaked around anyways.

     It always smelled like strong cinnamon and different spices here. It gave a warm atmosphere, not to mention the lights were sparse, giving the light colored walls their own way to supply light. The house was mostly made up of warm browns, reds, and tans. It had random closets and hallways that were small and cramped. The stairways looked like they were pulled right from a Picasso painting and the whole house itself was a little crooked from so many years of living.

      Besides it being an old house, it was also a very inconvenient house for growing boys who were already genetically gifted to be tall. Cole and Freddie were constantly hitting their heads in doorways and Freddie's spiky hair sometimes brushed the dips in the ceilings. For me it was the perfect size. Everything was in reach and I wandered through it with comfort.

     Aspen stumbled out of the bathroom looking like she had a wonderful sleep full of rest and goodness. Her light blond hair still wasn't brushed and I was guessing what she wasn't planning on doing it anytime soon. She smiled at me sleepily and made her way to the kitchen down the hall and through a small doorway, the floor making soft creaks as she went by.