Apollo

beginning.

(play the song if you like, repeat two times)

March 20, 2021, Saturday

It was a beautiful field of hyacinths tangled between strings of different colors.

From a burnt orange, the kind that warms you even during winter nights, to a grass green that gives off a cool breeze enough to clear the head and calm anyone. From a bright yellow, just above the blue of the sky, to the pinks of a girl's blushing cheeks.

And just in the middle, distinct and clear, was a couple, woven by a single hyacinth thread. I blinked.

"I think I had a beautiful dream but I can't remember most of it." I whispered to myself. I sat up on my bed and slowly placed the paintbrush I sleep with every night on my desk.

I stared at the painting in front of me. After how many attempts, last night, I actually made progress. It started with a single stroke of hyacinth. Even if it's still just that. I think I've finally found my art.

I stood up and walked towards the window. "I slept early last night and yet, I still overslept." I held my right hand to the sunlight. It only had little smears of color compared to other Saturdays, this was rather clean.

I focused on the string of yarn on my finger. I found it in the Pontheugh Art Museum when I was younger and I just felt it'd be cute to wear it.

"Good morning, mom." I greeted with a kiss on the cheek. Instead of my early morning drink on the rattan chair, I proceeded to eat breakfast right away since it's late.

"Good morning. You overslept." she greeted me with a smile. I took one wooden chair and sat comfortably. She took one and settled in herself.

I smiled apologetically. "Yes, I'm sorry I made you wait."

"It's fine, I ate snacks." She laughed. "Anyway, how's my artist?"

"Actually..." I stopped to take a bite from my pancake. I swallowed and continued, "doing great."

"That's good, honey, finally found your art, I suppose? How?" She probed.

"I looked in the mirror last night. It made me realize some things." I said proudly.

Last night, I was lost in my thought staring at the empty space of my canvas. Just in the middle of the silence and calm of the night, I thought I heard a faint voice whispering. It was unclear yet I understood. So I stood up and went to face the mirror.

Those green eyes stared back at me and I thought to myself Why keep looking some place else when all I needed to see was myself? I held my finger so it reflected on the mirror. I stared at the single hyacinth string. I looked for art for so long, I never realized I only had to look in the mirror. I smiled.

Since it was late, my time with Arianne and Margaritte today would be limited. I had to say sorry to Ky a couple times and promise him that I'd buy him goodies as compensation. As for my best friends, I texted them an apology which I'm sure isn't enough.

By this time, I'm guessing that they'd be in our resting bench already so that's where I headed.

"You overslept!" Arianne bellowed as soon as I arrived. "You never oversleep, you love sunrise."

"I know.. It's just..." I said and sat in between them, "I had this strange feeling that I had a beautiful dream but I can't remember most of it." I admitted.

"Well, what can you remember?" Marg probbed as she chewed on her trolli. They both were eating one so I asked for my own.

"I only remember waking up, talking to my mom and then walking Ky, meeting with you two." I started. "The last thing I remember is looking at a painting in Pontheugh Art Museum. But I couldn't remember the painting."