I see myself walking down the boardwalk. The sun is beating down on my back as it sets, hiding behind the ocean, waiting to be found in the morning. Then I see I am not alone. I turn to see Peter next to me. He leans in close to whisper something in my ear. I can hear nothing, not the waves embracing the sand, not the wind blowing my long brown hair out of my face, and not a single one of my own breaths. The only thing my ears are willing to hear is whatever Peter is about to say to me. Then when he finally speaks all I hear is ‘Nessa, it’s time to wake up.’
I open my eyes and see the blurred world around me. I try to focus my vision on something. What I end up seeing is my alarm clock on my dresser. The time is 6:17 a.m. and it is time for me to get ready for school. I look to my right to see my mom by my nightstand.
“finally, I have been calling you for almost ten minutes now.” she says, “took you long enough. Well either way, you need to get ready for school.”
After she straightens things up a little, she sweeps the room with a critical eye, looking for what she may have missed the first time around. After finding no error, she turns and heads for the door, wearing that pleased look she always has after correcting my room’s unclean aura. To her, my room just screams ‘come and clean me!’ and so every morning she tries to fix whatever is out of place.
After she leaves I re-arrange what she has just put away, so I will remember where it is later when I need it. I look in the mirror and see that my hair has dried in about twenty different directions. I run a brush through it hoping to relax the creases I see. It doesn’t, as I suspected. I head to the bathroom and start the repetitive day that I call my life.
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