Taste the Rainbow (Editing/Rewriting, slow progress)

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chapter one: good morning, honey

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"Wake up Auden."

My bed sighs as my sister climbs onto it. I open one eye and see her sitting next to my feet slightly hopping up and down. She grins at me and I shake my head. With a sigh, I sit up. My eyes instantly fly to the clock on my bedside table and another sigh escapes when I see the time.

"It's five-thirty in the morning, Meg," I say. She pouts and I can't help but smile.

"I know, but I couldn't sleep any longer," she explains, "and I'm hungry." Releasing a little laugh I climb out of my bed. 

It annoys me a little that Meg always wakes me this early. But I love my little sister and especially our little tradition of me making breakfast in the morning. I don't actually know where it came from. The only thing I remember is her sitting on my bed one day and demanding me to make breakfast. For some reason, she decided to ask me for it and not mom. Maybe she wanted to mess with me maybe not. Even if, she continued to do so from then on because she really liked it. 

Now she follows me like a dog, out of my room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Like she always does. In her face, I can see that she can't wait for breakfast. 

When we arrive in the kitchen I go to the drawer in which the cups are. Even though it's still extremely dark I can make everything out just fine and to be honest, I think I would find everything even if I couldn't see anything.

I open the drawer and think about which of the cups I'm going to take for today. Every morning I take another one to drink my coffee from. My mother and I started to collect them. Every single one of them has some other short quote on it. Some are funny and some poetic.

After some time I decide on the "Coffee; A dark, magical substance that turns 'leave me alone' into 'good morning, honey'" one. A smile runs across my face when I read it because of how true it is.

Slowly and still a bit sleepy I go to the coffee machine, place the cup beneath it and turn it on. At the same moment, Meg decides to turn on the light. I have to close my eyes and rub my hand over them because the bright light hurts a bit.

The coffee machine starts working. I watch the dark substance drip into the white cup and breath in the smell of it. It wakes me up immediately and I can't wait for the coffee to warm me up from inside.

The sound of Megs soft and clumsy steps joins the dripping coffee as she walks through the kitchen and I turn my head to look at her. She is sitting on the kitchen island, dangling her legs back and forth. I smile at her and she returns it. 

While the coffee machine is going I begin to make sandwiches for me and my little sister. When I'm done I give one to her and place the other one on the counter. Just a few seconds later my coffee is ready.

Then I join Meg on the kitchen island, we eat our breakfast and she tells me about the dream she'd had last night. I laugh when she tells me about the crazy stuff that happened. She always has the weirdest dreams.

We sit on the island for nearly an hour, talking and laughing before the front door opens. It's our dad. He's finally back from work and doesn't even bother to take his shoes off before he goes upstairs to go to sleep.

Working as a doctor isn't that chill after all. Especially when you have the night shifts. On normal days he leaves at about nine pm and gets back at five in the morning. But today he's nearly two hours late.

I am already curious to hear why he had to stay longer. The stories he brings with him from the hospital are always quite interesting. Even though they aren't that lighthearted at all times. But he only tells us those who are fine for children's ears.