With our eyes closed

Short Story

It was morning, and it began slowly like any other day. The ceiling fan turning and dispensing slightly cooler air throughout the room. Chamomile slept gently and peacefully too the sounds of the city. The same city that rocked him to sleep every night for the last 6 months.  Portland was his new home, and he enjoyed every thriving second of the big city. A car horn finally awoke the sleeping Chamomile. He rose out of the cotton lilac sheets, and into the humid heavy air. He left the window open last night so everything he touched was moist to the touch. Chamomile strongly disliked all this most humidity. In Fact, he strongly disliked all the weather of Seattle. The rain was constant, almost never ending.

Chamomile had made his way into the bathroom, it was musky from his cologne. He proceeded to shave, when he realized his face was greasy. He grabbed a towel and wiped off his face, but the towel was too moist. Chamomile moaned in annoyance as he used a paper towel to wipe off his face.

“This is getting old way too fast.” Chamomile spoke up, but suddenly he had an idea. A crazy idea, maybe a non existent idea but an idea. He would build a tiny weather machine! He knew the perfect person he would build it with too. Making his way out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the kitchen. His phone had been charging on the counter all night, he quickly unlocked it and dialed the number for his friend Frau.

“Hello?” Frau answered her voice slightly stumbling.

“Frau, come upstairs quickly I have an idea.”

“I don't know Chamomile, thats like a whole 3 floors and-”

“Frau come on.”

“Fine, I’ll be right there.”

The apartment complex that the two young adults were starting their lives out at was very nice. It was affordable, it wasn't ghetto and in the summer the kids could swim in the outside pool. However, do too the weather you could drain the pool June 1st and it would be overflowing by June 2nd.

Soon he heard the frail knocks on the door, he quickly raised over and opened it. It was Frau, in all of her just waking up glory. He short chestnut hair was neatly tucked behind her ears and her golden eyes had slight smudges of makeup surrounding them. He invited her inside and into his bedroom. On the floor he showed her a small device he had been working on.

“Chamomile, is that your hair dryer duct taped to your blender?” Frau said as she held her face rethinking about why she was here anyways.

“Frau, this is what will be our weather machine!” Chamomile replied picking it up and grinning.

“Alright I guess I’m game, I don't have to work till 4 and I do not have class today.” Frau chuckled. “I guess, I could try this with you I have nothing better to do.”

The two worked on the weather machine tapping, stapling, glueing and wrapping the device together. Soon the weather machine was very close to being ready, only a few ingredients were missing.

“Alright Chamomile, what's left?”

“Well Frau, all we need left are these fruits their in the next room, come with me.”

They both went into Chamomile’s spare bedroom where three heaters were running so the room was very warm. The remaining ingredients were in a basket in between two lawn chairs. They both sat down and began to add the remaining ingredients. A kiwi, two banana’s, a mango, and 6 strawberries.

“Please put all the ingredients into the weather machine and press the big red button that says blend.” Chamomile said as he picked up a remote.

“Whats that for?” Frau asked

“Dont worry about it, just do.”

Frau blended all of the final ingredients to the weather machine, but she was puzzled. It was still raining outside, nothing had changed. Just then Chamomile had handed her a glass and poured in the after effect of the weather machine.

“Chamomile what are yo-”

“Just close your eyes and drink.”

Frau closed her eyes and laid back in the lawn chair. The heat from the heaters was turning her cheeks a light red, and she drank the weather machine potion. She heard Chamomile press a button on the remote to her surprise sounds of the ocean started playing. Waves crashing against a shore, dolphins in a distance. With the heat, her back against a lawn chair, the deliciously fruity smoothie and the sounds of hawaii it felt amazing. It felt like summer it made her very happy.

“Hey Chamomile?”

“Yes Frau?”

“I thought the point of all this was to change the weather?”

“Well” Chamomile giggled “With my eyes closed I honestly cannot tell the difference.