Silently...yours...

1. An amber morning

Breeeeeeeeee....

The annoying voice of my alarm forced me to duck under my pillow.

Breeeeeeeeee...

Fucking thing. I grabbed and tossed it away blindly somewhere.

Tringhhhhhhh

What the fuck!
I tried to reach for my blaring mobile.

Fucking thing was under my blanket, somewhere.

"Jerk off you piss." I cursed when I tumbled on the ground when my leg got stucked in the bed frame. Fucking tallness. Fucking morning. Fuck life.

After some more curses and bumps in here and there finally I got the piece of shit aka my phone in hand.

With a closed eye I looked at the crying shit screen.

Garden day. The notification said and I jumped up. My blanket went flying down and I rushed to my balcony. It was five a.m. this should be the time..

I looked down at our neighborhood. The big mansion beside us was a piece of art and had a classic look with attached chimney that reminded me of British country side houses.

I took the couch and pretended like I was slumbering when "she" came out.

I was here to take fresh air that's it. I inhaled deeply. The crisp morning air was a soothing drug for my thudding heart that was running like a mad horse right now.

She took out some new plants from their green house and started to arrange the pots for planting.

I could see her clearly as our houses were next to each other and my room was infront of her balcony but unluckily the furthest front part was against her garden so I had to sleep in one of the guest rooms every Sunday, it was her gardening day.

She kneeled and unwrapped the roots. I looked closely, it was a tuberose.. her favourite. I smiled, no doubt that she liked them. They were pure and calming.

She chose a small pot for it. I was damn sure that she was going to place it in her balcony as she liked to read in her balcony and gazing at moon.

One strand of her dark hair was bothering her as it was too short to be pinned in her bun, she kept fussing over it while planting. Blowing it away when it reached her eyes and sometimes just swatting it away like some bug. I chuckled when once she slapped her head instead of her strand.

I kept looking at her, it was calming to look at her working like this. She was wearing a gray shirt which was too big for her and some khaki trousers. Her sleeves were rolled up and she was bare feet. I always worry over it as this was really risky for her to go bare feet in the open garden where anything sharp could go in her skin. I knew that she liked the feel of cold grass beneath her tows but still.. it was a reckless thing.

The sun started to burn the back of her neck and I could see the sweat spots forming on her shirt. She should have gone inside till now but she was stubborn, she never left it halfway so today was not an exception.

She kept digging till her mom came and told her to come for the breakfast.  She stood up and handed the shovel to the old gardener who worked for both houses with a trained team.

I sighed when she was out of sight but then I noticed that she took the tuberose with her. I jumped up and ran to my room.

It took five minutes but I reached on the correct time when I came out in my room's balcony, panting like a dog.

Her room's slide door opened and she came out, with the pot in her hand.

She was placing it on the boundary when her eyes caught me. And my heart forgot beating for a second.