Lullaby

Chapter Six

I woke up to blazing sun reaching out for my skin. He keeps me warm.

Curled up like a Cocoon, I bury my face in the delicate feather-filled pillow... Smiling like an idiot, feeling a little more energy in my blood. Then youth like a child.

The door opened quietly, squeaking on it's hinges.
"Morning, Lullaby." She whispered.
"Morning." I groaned, stretching my arms and legs. I push the duvet off of myself and take a shower.

I'm not gonna go into details, I couldn't get the damn thing to start, and got mixed up between shampoo, and conditioner... And body gel.
I mean, com'on who calls a hair product shampoo? Why has it got the word poo in it? Is it trying to tell us all something? Crazy.

Well after an hour I got dressed, back into my newly clean clothes (thanks to Dahlia) and she even dried my hair!
The hair dryer was a little loud but it made my hair all poofey, better than it was before I had a shower. Makes me feel refreshed. In fact, I think the bathroom is my second favourite room in a house... But the bedroom is the best. Nothing can beat it.

I sat down at the dining table with a empty bowl in front of me. Dahlia slid a tall cardboard box over to me. I watched her tip a similar box so little flakes came out, then she poured a white substance over it, then but a shiny silver spoon into it, then took a bite.
I copied her. I succeeded.
I slid it back to her with a smile, eyebrows raised. I took a bite... It's not bad. It's not great, but it's edible. So it's mine.

I stood by the door patiently when she had finished her cerial, she put up google maps on her phone and put it in her car. She sat me in the passenger seat and she sat next to me. The seats are a black leather, everything is clean with a decorated, modern feel.

She clipped on my strap before putting hers on. I listened to her instructions...
- don't touch the wheel.
- don't touch the radio.
- don't touch the gear stick.
- don't freak out if you see someone looking at you through the window.
- ask before you roll down the window.
- don't distract Dahlia.
- finally... Don't ask "are we there yet"

For some reason the last one was the one she was most concerned about.
I obey the rules as much as possible... I find it difficult to stay so still for so long, there are so many compartments to open and things to touch. The glossy windscreen, head board. It's all too pretty!

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We came to a stop. After resting my eyes, they shot open, lean forwards and yell: "ARE WE THERE YET?!"
Dahlia frowned.
"Luckily for you, yes. Let me do the talking, try not to scare her."

We stood at Mums doorstep, my head is sweating, so are my hands. I'm breathing funny -quickly - quickly like a... Like my heart. It's beating so hard, I think it's gonna end up beating my rib age black and blue.
Dahlia knocked. Tension filled the air, so much it hurts.

It opened... It actually opened. My Mum. Her feathery, thick hair lay on her shoulders daintily. Green eyes so soft lit up in the sun like fireworks, her style... Still hasn't changed a bit.

"Hello?" She muttered, moving the hair from her face back behind her ear.
"Hello, miss." Replied Dahlia. "My name is Dahlia, and this is my friend, Lullaby." She paused, waiting for a reaction. I stand awkwardly, looking sadly at Maribel, hoping not to get a door slammed in my face.

Maribel looked at me up and down...
"You're the boy who prank-called me, aren't you?"
"Um, miss... I would like to explain, I am the new owner of your old house. Lullaby came to me thinking you were still there. He's serious about this, he wouldn't dare prank you." Dahlia patted me on the back.

Another form of emotion came apon Maribels face, one I don't recognise very well. She cleared her throat.
"It's not possible, no matter how much you say so, it is not possible." She stopped. "Speak to me Lullaby?"
I swallow the lump in my throat and sigh.
"Hello Maribel. Of course, Lullaby isn't my real name at all. I can't remember my proper name, I hit my head before falling into a coma, which caused my amnesia. All I could remember was you."
Her eyes filled with tears, and touched my shoulder. She inhaled sharply in awe, before leading Dahlia and I inside.