fish of a scale, swim together

Chapter 7 the mourning after the chaos

Sometimes your dreams, the ones you have right before you wake up, determines your attitide for the rest of the day.

Mine was about last night. Not exactly last night. I dreamed it was like any other night me, my sister, and my mom were stitting in a pricey,very clean livingroom. When a girl apears, not the girl from last night, but a tall, anorexic,thin girl with an afro of blond hair.

She babbled in something unreconizable when dad suddenly appeared carrying a statue. A statue with a warm brown blanket on top. The blonde girl is hysterical she stroked the statue like it could move, moaning the words.

" My brother ,my brother."

Mom stood up and walked toward dad while talking in gibberish . Soon enough they entered another room with the blond girl after them.

A few minutes pass and my sister asked me.

" What was that all about" she asked

I just stared at the wall.

We then hear a nock. I got up to open the door and in walks in a tornado. A tornado carrying a briefcase.

The tornado chanted . " were's the patient? Were the patient?"

I numbly pointed toward a dark, cavernous hallway. Were he entered echoing

" Weres the patient?"

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I woke up in a a unsatifactory sigh one where I wanted to keep on sleeping, but no drowsiness permitted me to enter that phase.

The images of last nights didnt came in a blur like I thought they would., I dreamt them for petes sake. Instead, they came in slow agitated motion pictures.

Not until did this scenario repeat three times did I stand up to grab a robe. I paused at the doorway. Did i really want to enter downstairs? To see the sight of that girl.

My mind didn't have time to answer before my body opened the door and I descended down the hallway.

Really all I had to do was open my door pace three steps down the opened balcony/ hallway, step down the stairs and vua la into the living room. Of course s he lay on the couch.

In a heap of blankets and pillows she lay. All twined into a wrangly way one pillow even lay on the floor.

She looked nothing like the girl in my dreams. While the girl in my dream had been tall and thin, this one was short and thin. Dream girl had frizzy blond hair while this was a mass of black, tightly coiled curls. Dream girl had been hysterical and borderline insane while the real girl had actually just been scared and border-line anxiouse. I guess at the time she kind of looked crazy, but now, dressed in my pajamas and swathed in a blanket she looked fragile and still not at total peace.

I didnt stand their for long and instead walked back into my room only to reapear with a towel and some clothes to change into. With that I strode into the bathroom, took a shower and reappeared minutes later. I wore a red v- neck and some loose black pant's topped with a silver butterfly necklace.

The rest of the family and the guests were still asleep. So I thought I could just watch something on my Ipad and continue the rest of my day just watching Spiffy and John, my favorite comedy show. Yah, I could deal with the craziness later.

Of course the universe didnt play that way because the minute I stepped out of the bathroom door I was meet with piercing doe eyes from the girl down below.

" Um. Your awake?"

" Yes"

"Why?"

" because, thats what my family always does. Wake up in the mourning. Does your family not do that?" She timidly questioned.