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Just Try An’ Pursuade Me By Jesyka
There was light. Everywhere. Everything was so pure and white. It was clean. Lines melted with shapes. Sounds mixed with sight. It was a whimsical world full of nothingness. So weird.
And then I woke up.
Or did I? I was awake. Yes, I was sure of that, but I didn’t want to open my eyes yet. It was too easy feign sleep right now. ‘Just keep your breathing slow,’ I thought to myself. My eyes were already cemented with sleep.
‘Ugh.’ I rolled onto my back and breathed deeply through my nose. ’I’m going to have to get up eventually. Plus Mom’s gonna come in here pretty soon and crow at me…’ I groaned quietly. ’You know what? I don’t care…If she yells at me then I’ll just whine and make her feel bad for being so mean this early in the morning.’
I noticed my eyelids were still black on the inside. ’It’s still dark anyways. It’s probably, like, one in the morning…Yeah, that or it’s seven and you’re gonna be late like yesterday…Okay, dude. I wasn’t even late. I got there before the actual bell rang! The five minute one doesn’t even count. It’s just a baby bell!….A bell is a bell…And an opinion is an opinion and should be kept to one’s self…I AM keeping it to myself…Good Lord, I’ve gone mad…Yeah you have…Shut up.”
The light turned on in the hallway and the floorboards screamed as my parents shifted around in their room getting up. ‘Oh, no. Here it comes…’ I felt my muscles tighten and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for that horrible heart stopping moment that comes every morning. ‘MOMZILLA!!”
“Jessica, Erica, It’s time to get up,” my mom said as she brutally flipped the switch on in both my room and my younger sister’s room. ‘…Hmm, well that was anti-climatic. She must be in a good mood this morning…WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?! MY EYES ARE BURNING!!! THEY’RE BURNING AND THEY’RE NOT EVEN OPEN YET!!! YOU KNOW THOSE ONE THINGS CALLED CORNEAS?!?!? YEAH! I DON’T HAVE THEM ANYMORE!!!…Should I get up now and play off of the good mood thing? Or take advantage of the fact that she didn’t yell this time and sleep a little longer?…MY EYES!!!! GAH!!! I’M BLIND!!! SOMEBODY STOP THE PAIN!!!’ Stretching out, but not getting off my bed, I felt along the wall for the light switch. It was just barely an arm’s length away, and if I pulled my body half-way off the bed, I could reach it. Not only did I bring relief to my eyes, but it was also an ab-workout! Two-in-one deal! The light clicked off. ‘Oh, thank God!…Okay, well now she know I’m awake. So should I just get up?…I don’t think I can, my eyes are still throbbing! Give me time to heal!…Okay, I’monna see what happens when I open my eyes…NOOOO-’ Too late. I ripped open my sleep-encrusted, third-degree burned eyes before I could dissuade myself and stared at the ceiling. The glow-in-the dark stars I’d worked hard to attach to my popcorn ceiling were fully charged because of that two minute exposure to light and were glowing brightly down at me. ‘The second star to the right, shines in the night for yoooooou…Ohmigawd, you’re singing in your mind…Hey! I’m trying to get into a good mood before I officially get up.’ My radio turned on and my stomach dropped. ‘Holy crap. Will I ever get used to that?’ About a month ago I figured out how to get the radio to turn on every morning at six and turn off at seven. I always hope that I’ll wake up to a good song and that’ll put me in a good mood, but before I even hear the song, I think that there’s somebody in the room turning on my radio. ‘Dude, just listen to the song…Good song? Bad song?…Good song.’ Okay! Now I was going to get up. I lifted my torso up into a sitting position and cracked my neck. ‘Owww…You know one of these days you’re going to twist your head off and die.’ I turned my body around and cracked my back. ‘You know one of these days you’re going to twist your spine too far and die.’
I gave a sigh and stood up. Head rush. I sat back down. ‘Attempt numba’ two!’ I stood once more. No head rush. Okay, I’m going to the bathroom now.
One foot in front of the other. I walked down the hall, deciding that today was going to be a good day and that the conversation with myself was done. As I began to take another step and I could see everything in slow-motion: My big toe sticking out, the hem of my pajamas folded up, the deep ’woosh’ of my foot coming forward and the ’crack’ of my toe as it got caught on my pants. And then life was in fast-ward; The seam of my pants ripped an inch and my face embraced the floor a mere inch from a litter box.
‘Fail.’
BURN-HAZARD · Tue Feb 03, 2009 @ 05:17am · 1 Comments |
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