Mear
I was up before the sun and already stretching as I sat up in bed. I was strangely tense more or less from the dream that I had had to deal with and was just waking from. Shaking my head, I found that my hair was sticking to the side of my head and dripping with precipitation. I put my feet over one side of the bed and leaned over breathing in light waves trying to relax the tightness that was clinging on me. After a few more seconds, I got up and headed to the shower that attached to my room. Turning the water as hot as it would go, I stepped in and just stood in the shower. Time seemed to pass quickly as the sudden rush of cold water hitting my face startled me. I had used up all the hot water, and now all that was left was cold still pouring out of the showerhead. Turning off the water, I got out of the shower and seized a towel. Drying everything but my hair, I put on a different set of clothes and stepped back into my room.
I breathed out and then walked to the desk where I had set the bag from going shopping. Actually opening the package for the first time since it had been wrapped up and placed in the bag to begin with, I found that the suit had taken on more of a red tint, and the undershirt was also red. Had I been more awake, this might have brought more of a rouse out of me. However, it did not, and I simply shrugged to myself. Setting the clothes aside for later, I picked up my sketchbook that lay on the nightstand and moved towards the window of my room. Looking out, I stared down at the terrain just below me and then out to the rest of the area.
The sun was already fighting a fierce battle to make it over the mountains far off. I couldn’t help but automatically flip the sketchbook open and start copying this image. After a few seconds, I looked down at the sketch I had drawn, shrugged to myself tiredly, and closed it returning the sketchbook to under my arm and then walking to the door.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard and realized that I was not the only one awake so early. I decided it was probably because of the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the dance that was, to everyone’s perspectives, a few hours away. Whether that meant a long time to some, it meant a short time to others, so there was a mix of scurrying and tired half walks like the one I was performing right then and there. I couldn’t quite understand why I was so tired. Shaking my head, I found that I was walking methodically towards the kitchen in a manner much out of habit rather than anything else.
Just as I was walking towards the kitchen, I turned my head just in time to see Shupple come flying at me. My eyes rose huge for a moment, but as the saying goes “seeing is not doing” and even as I thought to move, I didn’t have time. With a crash that hit my ears faster than anything else, Shupple smashed into me causing me to fall backwards and into a table probably placed for food that was being prepared. An assortment of breakfast food came toppling down, but thankfully all of the plates and things missed both mine and Shupple’s heads.
Forcing my eyes opened, I questioned for a moment just when I had actually closed them. Things were fuzzy for a brief moment before I saw that Shupple was sprawled out over my ribs more or less laying straight on top of me. Her face was only half an inch from mine, and I stopped breathing. My stomach twitched with the weight, but that was not the thing that had hit me. Instead it was my nerve. Shupple had just… what had she….Did she….
Forcing her own eyes open, Shupple seemed to realize that she was lying straight on top of me. She turned beat red and quickly moved off and a few mini paces away. Her face was blood red, and I knew mine was getting red as well. What had she been… it wasn’t… I… couldn’t….
I tried to sit up and found that my elbow had somehow managed to make a ditch in a cream pie breakfast cake that was laying on the floor. Pulling myself up, I looked over to see that Shupple was trying desperately to scoot backwards, but as soon as she saw that I was looking at her, she froze and turned another shade of red.
The sudden squeal of giggles caused my eyes to move away from Shupple and off to someone who was trying to hide behind a corner in the wall and failing. That eevee girl again. I shook my head now fully awake and forced myself to move onto my knees. Shupple had once again started to scoot away and had made it as far as the wall before I saw her again.
I tried to stay calm, and yet what had just happened…. Was … I couldn’t even find the correct word to express what I was trying to say. It was more of a feeling than anything else. I shoved it to the back of my mind as I proceeded to stand trying to appear unfazed by it. With a half movement, I took a few steps towards Shupple and then offered a hand.
Shupple averted my eyes but raised a hand so that I could help her up. With her motion, I found that my eyes had done the same, and now I was looking directly into the kitchen. When a hand came into my hand, I pulled upwards and helped Shupple to her feet. Forcing myself to look at her, I let out a light breath.
“Did… uh… what…. Happened?” I asked in fragments of my own thoughts.
“There was a… um… Gray…” Shupple answered.
In that moment, I took the name Gray to be the color, and it confused me. I forced myself to look at Shupple but found my gaze was instantly dropped even against my internal demand. I found that I was swaying very slowly, and my hand twitched. Where was…. Where did my sketchbook go?
My head shot over towards where I had fallen, and yet my sketchbook was nowhere to be seen. I turned my head again and looked around thinking that maybe it had slid off somewhere during the collision, but it was nowhere in sight. Where had it gone?
“Sorry….” Shupple was saying, and I realized that she had been trying to explain even as my thoughts were elsewhere as I tried to think of what had happened. Where was my sketchbook???
“Where is it?” I asked aloud as my eyes continued to scan the room for the sketchpad. Yet it was nowhere in sight.
“I…” Shupple said probably not understanding what I was asking about. I wouldn’t think of this until a few hours later. At that point, I expected her to understand what I was looking for.
“Where is it???” I repeated feeling even more tense than I had woken up being.
“Where is what?” Shupple asked.
“My sketchbook,” I answered.
I caught Shupple’s eye, and she seemed to understand. We both looked around the room before Shupple started forwards somewhat uneasily. Her step seemed a little labored, but after a few feet, she bent down and picked up something buried in a pile of food. My eyes seemed transfixed, and I felt myself tense.
Shupple turned back to me with a pained look on her face, but I only saw her through peripheral vision. My eyes were glued on what she was holding, the food dipped pages of my sketchbook. My stomach formed a sharp knot that made me jitter all over. Shupple stepped forwards and handed me the book. My fingers moved through the pages that were damaged beyond all repair. The pictures that I had drawn as I had entered the house, the pictures of… friend that I had drawn, the picture that I had drawn even before coming… they had become completely…..
I felt a rush of frustration, agitation, anger.. the words were all the same….. I felt a word working up in my throat, but I shoved it away, tightened my fingers around the pages, turned, and walked away. Turning sharply up the stairs, I made way towards my room. I would not be able to face anyone at that moment rationally, and I knew it. The best was to wait out my anger as one waits out a storm.
“Mear! Mear wait!” Shupple’s voice yelled in my head, but I ignored it. I just continued walking up the stairs.
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:L oi... I made Mear... mad lol. Wonder if anyone can get him to relax....
Mear
KC
