[ Frosted Windows ] W.I.P

Chapter One: Acceptance

As the alarm on my phone rang a few times warning me to wake up again, I groaned and pulled the blanket back over my head before remembering a few hours ago.

I got accepted into a play of a book I've read quite a few times that was being produced and performed in my hometown, which was a big first step for me as a drama major. Hopefully I would get paid for this, but if not that's okay, it's the experience that counts.

I remembered the lady on the phone who told me she would message me the details of the cast meeting, grabbing my phone off the bedside table and checking to see if I had any new notifications. A game notification, email and a text message popped up on screen. I got rid of the game notification before briefly reading the email and checking the text.

I read through the message carefully, adding the time and place to my phone calendar as I didn't want to forget.

I carefully set down my phone once more, whining as my alarm went off again. I shut off the alarm for until the next morning, sitting up and looking out my window. It was the middle of summer so I didn't know why I recalled frosted windows and snow in my dream.

What was my dream about anyways? I thought. I couldn't remember, not like it mattered anyways. I remembered enough for my journal.

Yes, I keep a dream journal. It's something I learned to do when I was small since I got nightmares a lot, so I could take note of common themes to tell my childhood therapist. I mostly got over the nightmares, however one tends to bother me.

I couldn't imagine what it would be like if it were to come true. The tall frame of a boy from middle school, leaning over me as we sat next to a frosted window, a blanket wrapped around the two of us as we watched the snow outside.

Frosted windows again, damn. I really need to take some time off from my brain someday.

It was ten in the morning, a warm day. The breeze came in softly through the opened window, comforting me as I stretched my arms and back, then my legs once I managed to get out of bed.

This was the most I've slept in for weeks, which shocked me. I wandered to my closet and opened the door, heaving a sigh as I remembered all the closeted gay jokes I've received for liking drama as I picked something to wear for the day. I figured at least until the meeting.

Grabbing a pair of short, light blue overalls and a cream coloured tshirt with a dove on the front; cheesy, I know-- I slipped my phone into my pocket and walked to the washroom to go brush my strawberry blonde hair and brush my teeth. I took a shower last night so I should be fine.

I ran a brush through my hair a few times, a faint blush dusting my cheeks as I watched it fluff up and stick up in random spots, as if I were a cartoon. I couldn't help but smile at the sight, checking the time before brushing my teeth.

The toothpaste seemed to explode a little, which caused a small mess but it was fine after a few moments.

I did a little spin as I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling proudly. It had been a couple days since I took proper care of myself, with hearing a certain someone was back in town after moving away during high school.

Taking a couple deep breaths, I made my way out to the small kitchen area I shared with my roommate, who wasn't home at the moment as he worked early in the morning, poor guy. I grabbed a couple things out of the fridge and some bread, making myself a sandwich to have something in my system at least before I left.

Taking a few small bites out of the sandwich, I took a deep breath and glanced out the window with a small smile. I thought about what would happen during the day, what my roommate would say when he finds out I made it into the play.

Today is the start of something amazing. I say to myself mentally, gently clapping my hands together as my mind wanders while I gaze out the window, humming a faint melody.