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1. Pouring down (3/5)
Why was she still having this nightmare? Wasn't it bad enough she lost both parents at three? Did she need to remember it at least one night a week? She fell back into her pillow, still out of breath, taking in the fresh air of her well-ventilated room. Her hand went toward her face, shading her eyes from the light entering her room through the shades in front of her window. The rising sun greeting her.
She looked to the side where her alarm clock sat on a small table. 06:56. Lovely time to be up she thought. She slid her hand across her face wiping away the wet cold sweat. Large droplets took to her fingers, just like that day. She didn't like rain much since then, nor did she enjoy taking showers. Deep associations with a traumatic event that caused discomfort. The psychologist had tried to explain it to her. Making sure she understood that more sessions could lessen its effects. She had asked if he always stated the obvious for tree-hundred euro's an hour and had walked out of the door.
In slow but unsure motions, she sat back up again, placing her legs over the bed's edge, letting them hang loose until they stopped shaking. Trying to relax her muscles, giving her brain time to stop the flight-or-fight response the dream had caused. Her lips parted for a small whisper "It's okay pumpkin, we found you." It always calmed her down, thinking back to the good part of the dream. Thinking back to the last thing her dad had said to her.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, still a little wobbly, but stable enough to walk towards the shades. She must have forgotten to fully close them as their job of blocking the light from the outside world was passed their capabilities this morning. She placed her feet in the comfortable soft beige carpet, the fabric embracing her feet like a long-lost lover.
It only took three steps to reach the shades. The room wasn't big, it being the same room as when her parents had still lived. The My Little Ponies, Barbie's, the famous traffic carpet, and a bunk bed made way for a king-sized bed made of ebony wood, a beige carpet, black shades and an 80-inch flat screen sitting on a desk in the corner of the room. A keyboard set on the desk, together with a picture of her parents.
That was it. The rest of the room was empty, no pictures of her favorite boy band or actor. No wall full of heavy metal stickers. Just a plain and boring room. Except for the man-sized teddy bear that was sitting just outside her bed, opposite to where she slept. Guarding the entrance of her walk-in closet. She opened the shades and bombarded herself with the rising sun's light. Quick to squint her eyes, and move her hand in front of the enthusiastic lightbulb. At least now she was awake. The window went from floor to ceiling, three meters wide on the floor curving in like a sword tip until the two points met on the ceiling.
Slowly adjusting she looked out of the window, gazing upon the grass plain stretching out for kilometers on end. A sea of almost fluorescent green with patches of yellow where little buttercup flowers colonized the space in large numbers. She loved the vibrant view from her window, it was one of the reasons she still lived in the same room.
Often, she would get the chair from the desk, to sit in front of the window for hours. Looking at the ever-moving grass, the spread-out threes that gave shade to the sheep that paraded the land like they owned the place. The rough stone walls breaking the whole up into parts made the picture complete its picturesque goals. She tore her gaze from the view, she had to get ready. There were things to do today.
She walked towards the door of her walk-in closet, pressing a button next to it. Right above the button was a small speaker and once she pressed it, the speaker came crackling to live, "Good morning miss, how can I be of service? Did you sleep satisfactory?" The voice of a man with a very British accent came down the speaker. It always made Sophie smile a little.
After her parents’ deaths, Frank was the one that had taken care of her. He was the reason she could life in her parents' house even when they died, as she was way too young to even know what was happening.
She pressed the button again and asked in her sweetest voice "Good morning Frank, I slept well enough, was your sleep satisfactory? Could I ask for breakfast and the morning paper to be brought towards the entertainment room? I wish to do a little multitasking this morning." She finished her request and went into the closet without waiting for a reply. She knew it would not be a problem.
And indeed, hardly any time had passed before Frank answered, "Certainly miss, that is not a problem. Neither are my sleeping habits something of concern, I had a very satisfactory eight hour of solid rest." There was a slight pause before Frank continued "Miss, a package has arrived at the rather unusual time of five a clock this morning. It is rather large and addressed to the young miss. Is this expected?"
Half-dressed, trying to pull her head through an arm hole of a sports t-shirt she was putting on Sophie ran out of her rather sizable walk-in closet. Frank had joked on multiple occasions that most people would do a little happy dance if it was the size of their master bedroom. She took a deep breath before pressing the button again "Yes! I'm sorry for the early encounter it was not mentioned. But yes, I ordered myself something special."
She thought for a moment then pressed the button again "Could you place the package in the entertainment room? I will busy myself with it after the morning routine." A short pause preceded Frank's slightly worried words "I'm glad to hear I have taught the young miss well. Work hard before enjoying oneself."
She smiled at that, then pressed the button a final time "All work no play makes Sophie a dull girl Frank, you know this." The speaker crackled again and she thought she heard a small laugh on the other end before Frank said “As you say miss, nothing dull about the miss."
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