"Ughhhh…." the loud groan vibrates in her small dorm. It was her usual alarm clock screaming for her to wake up. She crawls out of her small bed and leaps for the stop button. In the process of pressing the button, although placed on her bedside table, but was a hell of a good distance away. Her face immerses in a tub of cool water. Her eyes widen and her eyebrows lift up so high that it's almost part of her hair.
She immediately bolts awake at the shock of the cold water, and pants for a few seconds to catch her breath.
Her name is Flaire. She intelligently developed a way to motivate herself to wake up. Yeah a bit stupid way, but it works. Waking up to the thing she hates most - cold baths. She also wanted to get used to it and get rid of all her fears. She wanted herself to be strong and didn't want any weaknesses in this damn cruel world. This was her new experiment she has been trialing for a few days, which seems to be working.
She clicks the off button of her alarm clock and grasps hold of the small cloth that was always cleverly lying on top of the alarm clock. One that it would be closely accessible in the mornings and two it made it easy that it was above the thing she wanted to shut up every morning for 4 years. Grasping hold of the cloth she presses it on to her face to make the tiredness fade. She gives a long sigh but brightens with a huge smile.
In her simple white nightgown she sits up straight to place the cloth aside. The first thing she does at 7 in the morning is water her plants. They settle elegantly on her balcony. Being raised in a poor family she understands that wasting things was never an option. She would have been scolded for even wasting crumbs. She picks up the bowl of water to bolted her awake and drifts towards her balcony door. Flinging open the heavy curtains Flaire embraces the peak of dawn. Her eyes remain closed at the start, but her hazel eyes slowly open to embrace the light. The light shines through Flaire, and it reaches her core and makes it all fuzzy and warm.
She slides open the balcony door and immerses into the fresh morning air. The weather is just so - fascinating. It's just the right temperature for early Australia Spring. The sun rays gently kiss her pale skin. And the cool air wraps around her lungs as she inhales the scent of roses. Her grand hedge of rose bushes line the perimeter of her small balcony. She proportionately pours the water along the rose bushes. She gazes at the range of colours revolving her hedge of roses.
Just as a hobby Flaire enjoys creating new kinds of roses. Well it's more like that's the only hobby she has after her love for computing. It was something she took after her mother, either than her hazel eyes, but actually it was the only thing her parents had taught her.
She cherishes that moment as a child when her mother had taught her thoroughly the chemistry of making livable plants that ranged in colours. Her mother's big rough hands gently grasping hold of her tiny hands, that she always hallucinates that those too small hands weren't her's. Although her mother was a nurse in their local hospital, and worked almost 24/7. But her love for chemistry had never faded. With her mother's steady hands baby Flaire would watch as the fascinating liquids combined to make a beautiful colour. Amazing chemistry. These were all rose making recipes that her mother had created when she was a child.
On the right it begins with the classic white, pink and red. And it's a mirroring image on the left hedges. She always starts watering her roses from the right in accordance to her exiting the balcony sliding doors. Red. Pink. White. Then her proudest creation she had invented from the mixture of chemicals. The black rose. And the blue rose. Her mother had created the black but Flaire had trialled for 2 years until she got the results she wanted.
"Mornin' Flaire, How are ya?" A soft crisp voice echoes from the other side of Flaire's balcony.