Broken Glass And Honey

I's, me's and hair brushing

She brushed her hair, she wasnt sure for how long she had been doing that but her wrist has started to ache.
In front of her were her feet in the bed and further away the window and her black catt atticus was somewhere in between, she could hear people and things jostling around in a ordinary dance downstairs, she could guess, her older brother Dany would most definetly be playing videogames or on his phone and mom would without a doubt telling him to go help her set the table, and her father would be watching the news on the couch and Ian her little brother would be next to him with his inocent 6 year old smile and Mia should be talking to someone on the phone or texting spreading gossips with all her 14 year old self and Aubrey should be playing near the couch in the living room with her books and smarts of a elder wise man and not a 10 year old little kid, grandpa is reading on his chair, not even an assumption, he always knew best, he sticked close to books at all times.
But of course the her is a me and the me is actually a I,a very stressed, bored I who is desperate to grow wings and fly away, all it would take would be opening the window and fly, she already had all her books in her heart, and of course the cause of the trouble wings, she wasnt sure where to find some.
-common honey dinners at the table!-screamed I's mom, my mom.
I have a nice life, a nice brain, a nice soul but sometimes you have to imagine what it would be like to fly away with only the me, the I and all the books in your heart but of course, that was a moral debate for another time because right now dinner is ready and my mom doesnt like when people are late for dinner.