Tea Rose Drabble – 8/22/11
Saturday morning is usually a time of rest and relaxation. First day of the actual weekend, when you are allowed to forget about school, forget about that awfully stupid thing you blurted out in your nap during 4th period geometry, and probably most importantly, forget that your time away is slowly ticking down, before you have return to do it all over again. It should be that way, should being the operative word, sadly the way you envision things to be, is not always how they turn out. Case and point, my bed, 8 am, one Saturday morning.
Our room strangely enough, was built without a single window, so for a night owl like me, this meant I could sleep in almost all hours of the day without ever worrying about being disturbed by the annoying and bright sunlight. Don’t be mistaken, I loved the sun, just not while I was sleeping.
Peacefully snoozing away, I was unaware that my dear twin sister was perched at the edge of my bed with her pillow in hand.
*smack*
“Wake up! Tea! You gotta wake up now!”
With an unsettling groan, I rolled over in my covers, pulling my pillow down over the back of my head. My hips sat high in the air, which caused my comforter to look like a makeshift tee-pee. Groggily I tried to vocalize my annoyance. “Misty, what in Berry’s name do you want?”
“He’s here!” She squawked in my ear.
This time to ensure I was fully awake, she rhythmically bounced at the end of my bed. My chin smacking into the mattress on each down swing.
“Whose here?” I moaned, my voice still sounding like a raspy version of my normal self.
“Her Dad.” She whispered.
I sat up, throwing off the covers. “OMB no way!”
“Yes, way! They are in the front yard right now. Guess Daddy said he couldn’t come in. Come on let’s go look.”
I rolled out of bed and slipped into my pink bunny slippers. Once I was upright Misty Rose took hold of hand and excitedly lead me through the kitchen to the front of the house, tip-towing the entire way. Stopping abruptly at the front door, we did our best to share the inconveniently thin pane of glass. We had only recently discovered that our youngest sister Cherry had a different father than the rest of us, a shock and scandal the likes of which we had never seen. And now only a few weeks later, daughter and father stood on our front lawn talking, while mother stood patiently by, an peculiar expression that I didn’t quite get, resting oddly about her face.
“She looks a lot like him” I remarked under my breath.
“Mhmm.” Misty agreed.
They looked incredibly sweet together. Cherry had always been one for outward affection, and it would seem that it was a trait that she had inherited from her father. Cherry bounced gleefully around the yard, while showing off her newly acquired ability to cartwheel. We heard him laugh a few times, commending her on her efforts, even the one time she managed to flip over backwards. It was easy to see his charm.
“So him and mom…”
I shot Misty a death glare. I didn’t want to think about that, but it was a hard fact to ignore when you watched how he and Mom did their best to avoid each others awkward glances. Once one noticed that the other was looking, they would quickly turn their gaze away. I could feel my nerves swimming in the bottom of my stomach. Thankfully before things got too heavy, he and Cherry walked to his car, got in, and drove away.
Mom started back toward the house and Misty and I scattered trying to get away from the door before she had a chance to realize we had been eavesdropping the whole time. We had both made it safely back to our room, by the time we heard the front door close. Mom’s soft footsteps walked through the kitchen and into her room. Her bed made a small squeak as she laid down upon it.
Now that the excitement was over, I fell back into bed.
“You’re going back to sleep?!” Misty pouted.
I yawned deeply. “Sure am. You got a problem with that?”
“But… Wait.” Misty paused. “Do you hear that?”
I opened my ears to listen carefully. All i could hear was the running of the air conditioner and my charmingly annoying sister hounding me about my sleep patterns. “I don’t hear anything.”
Misty walked to the far wall and pressed her against. “You’re gonna think I am crazy, but I swear I hear someone crying.”
I was already snuggled into bed by that time, so I pulled my covers over my head and prepared to return to my Saturday morning sleep..
“I’m sure it’s nothing.” I assured her.
Before she had a chance to argue. I was well on my way back to dreamland.
Misty always worried about the weirdest things, besides we had just seen mom and she was fine. What could have possibly happened in that short amount of time make her cry?
