Her Safety, His Sanity (Forever my Daddy)

Dunkin' Donuts?

I woke up, the sun was coming through the gaps of my blinds. I turned over, avoided any and all light, as much as possible. I didn't wanna get up, not today, not tomorrow, not ever! My body was in a comfy place and position; blankets bundled, for cuddles and warmth, pillows raised, for comfort and as a substitute for a body to cuddle, stuffies all over, for, surprise! cuddles, warmth, and comfort. I looked over my shoulder, to look at the alarm clock that rested on my windowsill; 06:47.

"C'mon, I just wanted to sleep in today," I groaned, trying to fall back asleep. I rolled back over, letting my hands land wherever they wanted. I jolted up, pulling my forearm to my person; I sat there rubbing my arm, searching around my bed to see what I had hit it off of. "STUPiD LAPTOP," I growled through my teeth. I then remembered that I had left it all night. I grabbed it to see the battery percentage, but as I thought, it was dead

"I'm sorry, Ashton," I sighed.

I got up and set my laptop on my desk, charging it. I went to the bathroom to wash. I set a clean face cloth on the counter and grabbed my face wash, also placing it on the counter. As I let the sink fill up with hot water, I took my hair down from pigtails and put it into a ponytail. I leaned over the counter, dipping my hands into the scolding water, soaking my face and opening my pores. Eyes closed, I reached out to my bottle, and squirted a dollop of soap into my palm; massaging the soap between my palms, then massaging it into my face, cleaning the pores. I felt suds pop and form all over my face. After what felt like five minutes of washing and rubbing my face, I rinsed my face off with the hot water, which was slightly cooler. My hand searched for my face cloth, eventually finding it, and drying my face. I put the cloth into my dirty clothes hamper and walked past my mom's open door.

I walked over and peeked into her room; my mom laid there, sprawled out, a leg hung off the bed, dress shoes still on, purse still on her shoulder, along with her black blazer still over her lavender dress shirt. I walked in and closed her curtains. I fixed her into her bed, and took off her shoes, setting them at the end of the bed. I took off her purse and her blazer, setting them on the coat rack in the corner of her room. I took her head down and took off her glasses, setting them onto her nightstand. Kissing her forehead, I covered her body with her ruby-red comforter; I left her room, and walked into the kitchen, getting myself breakfast.

I stood on my tippy-toes, reaching for my cereal, flakes with strawberries, raspberries, peaches, and blueberries. I closed the cabinet and opened another cabinet to grab a bowl. I poured my cereal out and went to the fridge to get a carton of milk also pouring it into the bowl. I put everything away before I took my bowl and myself to the couch, where I watched care bears until all my cereal was gone. I drank my milk and got up, washing my dishes, and setting them in the dish rack.

I rubbed my face, as I walked towards my room, thinking of what to wear today. I started to think as I aimlessly walked in auto-pilot.

"It wasn't gonna be a date is it?" I thought aloud, "Well, he said he wasn't looking for a dating relationship, like a boyfriend, girlfriend. But dates aren't always for couples, they can be between friends, or people trying to get to know each other. Yeah so it's not a date, but it is. it's a get-to-know-you kind of date".

I stood in the frame of the doorway, totally forgetting what I was even doing. I looked around, trying to jog my memory; looking at my desk, I had thought of music. Then I remembered I needed to text Ash. I went over to my desk and powered it on; while I waited I took out my phone, went over to my bedside to charge it, and started up Spotify.

I played the 'my music' playlist I had created back at the beginning of high school; I smiled as memories danced in my head while a mixture of NF, Blink-182, Greenday, One Direction, Paramore and any possible grunge/punk rock bands I used to obsess over. When I had finally opened and logged into my computer, I was already on Ashton's page. I smiled, not only at the fact that Ashton's messages came up but 'i miss you', by Blink-182, my favorite song, came on.