Daya

45| It's Forgotten

In the beautiful backyard of my modern house on the hills I sit on Ziyah's lap as his arms are wrapped around me. Still connected to each other are eyes are staring at our little girls who are embracing the beauty of being five by running around in the same little dresses. After running around in circles speaking fluent french they run over to where we sit with glowing eyes and huge smiles.

"Mommy," they both say in unison and their dresses turn into hotdog costumes.

"Yes babies," I say.

"We want to sit on Daddy's lap!"they shout and they don't sound like sweet little girls anymore, but their voices have changed to a tone similar to a southern grandma.

"Ok," I say. I'm about to get up from Ziyah's lap, but Ziyah keeps on holding me.

"Nah it's mommy's turn," he says and his tone isn't his usual chill tone, but he instead sounds like Kernal Sanders.

"Aww," I say like a housewife and turn to Ziyah. I'm about to press my lips against his, but his face changes to every person I know from Vince to Chase to Astrid. After his whole face changes to everybody in my family, Ziyah disappears and I'm now sitting on Unna's lap with her micro braids and glossy lips.

She smacks her lips right in my face and takes a bite of the biscuit I didn't even know she had. "You know you miss him girl," she says and disappears. I'm now sitting on Harper's lap with her long blonde hair and bright red lips. She smells like fries and I turn back to look at my girls who are also replicas of Harper now in donut costumes.

"How do you think you did?" Harper asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Aww poor baby wake up," Harper says, and everything goes black.

I stir in my sleep and pick my head off of my desk to see Harper standing over me. Damn that was such a good nap, and I know because I need to take a minute to realize I'm in french class and I just finished my last final of first semester. Everyone is out of their seats and getting their backpacks from the front while Madame accepts gifts from kiss ups.

After I wipe my eyes I notice Harper has a big old grin on her face and she's holding her phone. "Girl you were out cold how do you guys sleep on such hard desks?" For a second I think Harper is talking about black people, but then I realize she's just talking about every normal student who has left a drool stain on one of these desks.

I'm still recovering from my nap, and Harper doesn't hesitate to continue. "It doesn't matter though but girl you were smiling in your sleep what were you dreaming about?" Harper puts her phone down for me to look at and I roll my eyes. On the screen is me sprawled out on my desk with a closed smile on my face. I should be mortified, but I actually look cute with my fresh braids, and Lauryn Hill shirt.

"Are you hungry?" I ask sort of remembering all of the food from my dream along with a stomach growl.

Harper picks her phone up and her cheeks flush up. "Yes, and that's why I'm going somewhere with Navia." I wasn't asking you to go out with me, that was my way of asking for some food damn.

Harper wanders down to look at her phone and after getting my backpack from the front I sit back down and my eyes meet Ziyah's. He's talking to Lindsey or rather nodding passively as she babbles on with his eyes on me. A shiver runs through my spine and if I were Harper my cheeks would be bright red. Letting us all know finals are over and we can now breathe and enjoy the holidays the bell rings. The class rushes out of the door, but Ziyah like me stays behind. He walks over to me and Madame is too busy looking at her christmas gifts to notice Ziyah and I. Finals are over Harper is no longer my only friend.