Sisters

Ch-10 The Peach Bed Set

I shook off the weirdness of the dream.

Gosh.

The weirdest things can happen in a dream.

I looked at my clock. 6:30.

I love my early waking habits. The sun is just so fresh at this time, all golden and warm.

Whitney had been trying to wake me up, wanting to go out, and was kinda startled at my sudden shooting up.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you? I didn't mean to." I chuckled. I patted her head lovingly. She licked my hand. Aw.

I got into my wheelchair, and unlocked my door, opening it slightly to see if anyone was outside. No one.

"Give me some time to dress up and have breakfast and stuff, and we'll go out together." I said.

I brushed and washed my face and dressed up in a pink shirt, pink trousers and a black leather jacket and made my way to Witty's shelf. I picked up the bag of dog food and unloaded a healthy amount into her white bowl, titled Whitney. I know, pretty serious and adultish handwriting for a dog totally ironic to the characteristics mentioned above, but that was just her charm. Every dog's charm, infact.

While Witty wolfed down her food, I rolled over to Julia's room.

She was deep in sleep, looking adorable under the peach blanket and numerous peach pillows she bought when she got her first raise. She'd adored those pillows for a long time, the entire peach bed set. She'd seen it in one of those interior-designing magazines, and it was actually pretty expensive for her at that time It was the first thing on her christmas list, shopping list, bucket list, Gotta-Get list, all of those lists. Noticing her great want for them, I told her to do some hard work and tips, and get it on her own instead of asking Mom, who had come to stay for some time, as a joke, but only God knows Julia, and she actually got inspired from that little sentence and bought it finally, four years ago, when my legs were still fine.

Now, I looked at her lovingly. I wanted to wake her up just as lovingly, caressing her head softly while chirping out gentle, impassioned tones, but she was sleeping so soundly and peacefully, I didn't like waking her up. She was just like a bright little girl, bold and confident, just so open and cute. It's hard not to feel about a sister, like that, elder or younger, especially if you've had a fight, if you feel sorry and as if you've crossed the line.

Of course, I'd forgiven her, even though she hadn't asked for it. I felt obliged to do it. The incident last night was small, and I had no business brooding about it. I was an adult.

I sighed contentedly and softly closed the door.

Finally I tied an impatient Witty to her leash and we set off.