Minds in a Knot (Updating)

VII, Tiptoe

       Izzy choked at his own saliva as the morning sun rays caressed his face with tender warmth. He was laying on his exceptionally messy bed, tucked under a thick blanket and had a dozen pillows as bulwarks on his sides from the sinister ghouls that Izzy feared to be meandering their levitating ghostly bodies in the shadows every night. The blinds weren't actually doing a good job as the sunlight pierced right through, which provided a yellowish lighting on the brown plank themed floor of Izzy's room. He was in a rather awkward position. His left knee sneaked out of the covers, leaving one completely protected under. His right arm lifted his head up to a good degree with the pillow supporting the arm at the bottom. The other hand hug freely down the side of his bed, having his fingers just slightly brushing the floor. The galaxy painted ceiling glittered less majestically with the presence of the morning radiance.

        He had not opened his eyes yet, hoping that he still had a few hours left to energize his body. After five seconds, the dreadful alarm of which he despised rang and drilled through his ear drums repetitively. He forced himself to endure and tolerate it with assistance of all the available objects within his reach. He covered his ears in layers of pillows, sinking his face beneath a barricade of soft and comfortable feather-filled goodies. This tactic lasted for a few seconds efficiently,  but it was not a strategy that led him to triumph. He spun his body around in his tedious defeat. Izzy's body convulsed with a dry cough and he then proceeded to stretch to lessen his misery. The beep stopped sounding the moment he pressed the oversized button with an aggressive force.

        He got up, swiftly took a towel from a hanger that stood next to the entrance of the shower and hung it over a suspended pole next to the shower curtain. He adjusted the temperature of the water to be lukewarm, as an attempt to revitalize his groggy mood. Unlike his bedroom, the bathroom was comparatively dull. The white walls were only garnished by the array of colors of the toiletries that filled the flat surfaces of the floating plastic cabinet next to the sink, and a useless collection of colorful toothbrushes neatly kept in the holders. 

        Half an hour had past before the door creaked slowly like a chalk screeching on an old black board as he applied too much weight on the door knob. He picked a uniform that he thought was the best among the others, although they did not show any significant difference at all.

        Before heading out of his room, he scanned through the pavement perpendicular to his front gate. His face embraced the damp atmosphere of the morning breeze from his window. Across the street, he saw Flynn, who waved enthusiastically at him with two hands, desperate to get Izzy's attention from afar. A smile crept up Izzy's face. Wisely making the decision not to shout, he grabbed his phone amidst the mishmash on his bed after of his slumber and typed Flynn a message.

To Flynn:

Give me five minutes. And stop waving, you look like a chimpanzee begging for bananas.

        He pecked the send button with his thumb after proof reading the typed words. Izzy arched his body outwards from the window to check if Flynn received the message. Flynn looked dismayed as he searched for his phone frantically in his pocket. He took it out, read it, and raised his hands to signal Izzy, who was across the street peeking from a second floor window, with a goofy thumbs-up.

        Izzy hastily ran down the stairs, while being deliberately cautious of the steps he took. By the time he reached downstairs, he realized his parents had already gone for work. Quickly, he switched off all the lights and the air conditioners and reached for the keys hung just before the door. As he stepped out, he saw Flynn waiting at the front gate hovering his eyes through the planted flowers. Izzy twisted his body and double checked the lower lever of his house for any missed appliances that still sucked up the electricity. Izzy turned back around, locked the door and finally waved at Flynn, who snapped back into reality as he noticed the shaky movements of Izzy's palm.