Sleep never felt so good. To finally sink down into the blankets of my bed was like a miracle. They comfort and warmth consumed me, falling into sleep almost as soon as I put my head down. My dreams were peaceful. No nightmares. My dreams consist of memories from my childhood. My dad, Josh, taking Macy shopping, tutoring Jacob for school. Every memory flashes across my mind in any random order. This is the sort of dream that I have spent nights longing for. The nice ones.
By the time I wake up, the sun has risen and is beaming through my window. I slip my feet into some fluffy pink slippers that Josh chose and walk down the hall towards his room. I push the door open and observe Josh's room. It's identical to mine except the sheets are blue not pink and the window is on the opposite side of the room. I can see a lump in the blankets in the shape of a body and I know it's Josh. I creep forward and launch myself on top of the figure, waking Josh from his evidently deep sleep. Josh groans as I roll off the bed and walk out of the room, calling a cheery "Good morning!" as I go.
I waltz my way downstairs into the kitchen, finding Emery slaving away over the stove.
"Morning." I say.
"Oh, good morning, sweetie. I have eggs and bacon for you. They'll be ready in a minute. Toast?" she asks, still slaving over the food cooking.
"Yes please. Thanks, Emery."
"Oh it's no trouble." I can see Emery flipping eggs and bacon onto a plate and placing a piece of toast next to it when I notice Josh walk into the room.
"Here you- Josh! You look terrible." Emery exclaims as she spins around to hand me my breakfast.
"Well somebody jumped on me this morning." Josh says drowsily, giving me an evil glare. He slides into the chair next to me and punches me on the shoulder. I clutch my hand to where he punched me.
"What was that for?"
"You jumped on me. We're even now." He says smugly. I cross my arms across my chest.
"Fine." I give up and start on my eggs as Emery hands Josh a plate. I chew on a piece of bacon, listening to the sizzle and pop of the other pieces and watch the sun rise through the windows around the room. Josh twirls a piece of my long, brown hair between his fingers, looking at it like he's analysing the thing.
"When was the last time you washed your hair?" he asks.
"I rinsed it on the train. Why?"
"Because it's disgusting."
"Well I'm sorry. They didn't provide me with a shower and shampoo on the train."
"No kidding." Josh says, trying to keep a straight face. It doesn't last long and it takes three seconds for both Josh and I to be laughing again. We finish off our breakfasts and go upstairs, thanking Emery as we leave. We run up the stairs and I tell Josh that I'm going to go wash my hair.
"Well it's about time!" He calls as I walk down the hallway to my room.
The bathroom is extremely large, with tiled walls and floors. There is a large tub that could fit about five people, a shower and a sink that sits flush to the wall. On a shelf in the shower sits two tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner and a towel is neatly folded over the side of the bath. I get the water warming up and step in, letting the water fall through my hair and slide down my face. I wash my hair and scrub the dirt from the past couple of days out of my nail beds. I turn the water off and walk into my room, wrapping the towel around me. I pick out the white dress Josh chose for me and pull it on and go back to find a matching pair of white ballet flats. I look at myself in the mirror before I leave my room. I tousle my hair, leaving it to fall in curls around my shoulders. I look different to what I normally do. I feel different. Pretty...It's a nice feeling, one I don't have too often. I do a little twirl on the spot, eventually having to stop because I get dizzy. I laugh at myself for a bit and then walk out of my room. Josh is walking down the hall as I do.
