23. 23. Hypnotic
I step down the spiral pinwheels of stairs and drag my arm along the rustic railing. Whiffing in the glorious smells coming from the kitchen is a new experience that delights me every morning. My silk pajamas slip around my arms and droop around my shoulders. Finally, I make my way to the "impression" room as I call it. It's the first room you enter after the front door and it's so spacious and tidy that it would welcome any guest in politely. I loop around a few hallways and sit down in front of my plate; three blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and strawberries. I can't help but stare at the fine China plates my mum chose to serve on, the golden marks hypnotizes my eyes. They glimmer from all angles along with the other detailed designs under its surface. Only the smell of hot butter reminds me to eat my food.
Over breakfast, my mum and I exchange small talk about our plans, college, how I'm feeling, an unimportant conversation. It's not normally like this but it has been lately ever since this house. It feels like I've turned back all the pages and am on the "Once upon a time..." part in my life. I can choose what my future is and I get to write my own story now that I have everything I could want. A home, car, loving mother, and eventually college. And it's all because of Harry. He is the reason why I want to keep going every day and he is the reason I am well oiled machine. He got the ball rolling and now it's at it's highest speed yet.
Harry and I planned to meet up today, the first time after the settling in. Just thinking of seeing him makes me realize how much of a dream my life seems to be. I have the perfect house, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect future ahead of me. I have the life. And to think of how I was living before.. well, I don't like to remember those memories.
I wait for the creak of the floors as I go back upstairs to get ready but I don't hear it. I walk backwards and jerk my body weight side to side and yet the wooden panels beneath me stay silent. I push it off as a problem off the past and remember to pick out an outfit. I pick out my scalloped shorts and oversized sweater then go to the bathroom to brush out my jungle-bunched of a mess hair of mine. I pull the hair band out o my top bun I previously had in and continue to stroke every tangle out. After a few minutes of this I just decide let my hair free and tie a flower headband around my forehead to distract from it. I would usually dress to impress but it's just Harry, not an expensive restaurant. Ten minutes later, the door bell rings and I come flying down the hall and swing the heavy front door open. Immediately he finds my eyes and he steps closer to squeeze me tight.
"How have you been?"
"I'm doing great, thanks. And you?"
Harry's presence naturally lightens my mood and I prepare for the perfect morning to lead into my exceptional evening.