Hope From Among The Stars

6: Ballad Of The Middle Children

Alrighty guys! Last one of the triplet trilogy! I'm not gonna say much about this one, but here you are. Enjoy guys!

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I woke up the next morning feeling oddly aware of my surroundings. It's as if my mind had completely restarted itself over night, and I don't know why. I wasn't well rested, again, but at least I was wide awake this time! That's rare, I guess. I looked around to find some kind of way to cool myself off, because, oh boy, was I sweating. There wasn't anything worth using, so I just figured I'd let it go. Della crept back into my mind again for a bit. This time, it was nothing more than a simple wishful thought. She was standing in the doorway with a smile on her face, and I was waiting for her come outside so we could go for a walk for a bit. We were about to head out and she just vanished. I had no idea why, but that's probably because I wasn't feeling to good this morning. Maybe I was hungry. Or maybe I ate too much last night. I didn't know, but I really didn't care at the moment. I got up from my bed, and walked back over to the door. I stopped there and took a second to relax. I had no idea what was coming over me at the moment, but I'm pretty sure it's emotional fatigue coming back to me. I sighed, then walked out of the room with a slower pace. Maybe my life would be easier if I froze myself in carbonite? Ha, that'd be a fun way to go out. As long as Della's there when I go.  I made my way back to the bathroom and stepped inside. I stood by the sink for a few seconds, then began to feel sick. A familiar feeling came across my stomach again. This time, a bad feeling. Like I was gonna hurl. I really didn't wanna do that, so I swallowed it back.

That wasn't a smart idea in the slightest. I suddenly felt very lightheaded, as if I was gonna pass out. I held my head firmly. I haven't had a bad feeling like this since I was younger. Maybe around high school? When I first discovered my feelings for the lovely Della Duck. I felt very dizzy. The feeling was more powerful then the times before. It was way different too. Last time, it was a feeling of drowsy butterflies and a headache. This time, it was dizziness mixed a feeling of high strung love and passion that I couldn't describe. Why was I suddenly feeling painfully romantic? Della's face took over my mind for a second. That second turned into a minute. Her face was beautiful! A bright look of hope, long hair, and a sweet toothy gin. That face played in my mind for a bit. The feeling had dwindled at this time. Enough for me to think a bit more clearly. I stood up after realizing I had sat down on the sink. "What was that all about?" I asked myself. I looked around and noticed that I had been staring in the mirror. My image was a bit disfigured. My feathers were up in random places again. But, haha this is funny. My hair was pulled back slightly and sticking up a bit. Kinda like what Della's hair would look like if I woke her up if she was sleeping in. When waking her up, you have to be mindful of HOW you wake her up. You gotta be calm, quiet, and easy on touching her. A good way to do it would be to gently brush her feathers. Specifically, the ones on her lower back. Why? Because it always seems to turn on her awakening senses and causes her to blush a bit. She would always squirm slightly, then sit up a second later with a happy smile. She was always happy to see me in the mornings. Mostly because I made her breakfast, and she was happy to leave the work for someone else. 

I kinda saw it as a secret love language of hers. She would rest in bed, then get up only when I was the one to wake her. I'm certain that my times there were nothing of a romantic thing for her, but I was always happy to be there for her. Loyalty to the McDucks was and still is one of my specialties. I say that, but I haven't seen any of them in years. I just met two of Della's offspring, but I knew that finding Scrooge was still on the agenda.  I needed to find him. He was my only was of restarting myself and finding hope again. Speaking of, I have a few friends to contact soon maybe. I haven't spoken to them in a long time. Mostly because I couldn't even think about talking to anyone without almost breaking down. I wanted to be social again, but the thought of encountering someone made me feel sick. Probably because I had been isolated for so long to the point where speaking to another duck, child or not, was mentally sickening and gut-churning. I wanted nothing more then to interact with Donald again. He always understood me and what I was going through at times. That's why he was my best friend. Della did too, but now she's gone and Donald probably blames me for orphaning his nephews. I had no idea what I was gonna do about this. I still have to go out today, so maybe I could stop by for a few if I'm not busy.