The sun is shining and it flared up my eyes. It was a sight one would never want to see the moment they wake up. The sensation of smooth bed on the soles of my feet and the thick blanket and pillows that felt as if I'm lying on piles of soft clouds. The gush of cold morning breeze with warm sunshine that touched my face, I can sleep forever and not wake up. Still taking a stride in the dreamland, a voice kept calling "my lady ". It was a sweet soft voice of another lady which made her seem like she's whispering but you can see the wavering patience in it. Whoever is this lady that she's calling, she'd better be up cuz it seems like the girl's voice is getting angrier minute by minute. "My! Lady! Wake up!". Is it just me or that voice sounded too real and loud. Realization then hit me and I sprung out of bed. "Yes, yes, I'm awake!" . I was the lady she's referring to. The girl's name is Mimi and according to what I heard from the maids gossiping with each other, she's been with " me " ever since " I " was a kid. This place isn't really my home, incase you haven't noticed. I just got here two days ago and adjusting to an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar faces is just as difficult as answering math questions before the teacher actually gives you the formula.
Growing up sick, I was never really able to talk and mingle with people other than the doctors, nurses and relatives. As if asthma wasn't enough, when I turned 25, just as when I thought my life can finally begin, I collapsed and was diagnosed with Pneumonia. The world is unfair, I knew it never was supposed to be but was it too much to ask for freedom to use my body and enjoy company of other people? The high-school students that walked down the vicinity of the hospital, giggling on a friend's remark, while I feel like a rotting vegetable with limbs that didn't seem to exist and agonizing pain in my body that showed the frame that held it together, trapped in a room that reeked of medicine and filled with the beeping of the device that kept track of my wilting life. Had I been born without sickness, would I be able to laugh like that? I could never know. The life that I have today is something that I never would've dreamed of. I am grateful to whoever you are that brought me here. I am thankful and all but I was really looking forward to that new Warvel movie!! Dr. Exceedingly Normal's new movie would've been really exciting to watch! The disappointment I feel right now wasn't much but it was enough for me to worry if I had cleared my phone's history, aside from Warvel movies, bl and typical romance novels helped me ease my sadness. Shoot ... the last chapter was a spicy one.
As I die again and wallow in shame, Mimi entered the room and relayed the this body's father's call to his study. I was about to stand up and go to that place but then I remembered that I have no idea about this place and where the rooms are located. The mansion is a huge one with glistening marble floors, velvet tapestries and draperies, windows, doors, frames, and furniture that are intricately gilded with gold, I could never get used to this place, I feel like I should be paying just staying here. Time and time again, I find my peasant self wonder how much would a chair of this quality would cost? As I hesitated, asking Mimi for help would be a better choice than getting lost in " my own house ". Upon my request, Mimi led me to the father's study. A huge door loomed over us and the only phrase that can make it scary would be " Who dare disturbs my slumber? " . I held the shiny push - pull handle of the door and bobbed a curtsy. A firm yet gentle voice of a typical kind grandpa resonated the room. Obliged, I raised my head and a typical father with wrinkles accompanied by neatly styled hair with streaks of grey that signified old age and wisdom, his kind and gentle amber eyes greeted this daughter of his. The room felt placid to be in and the scenery of a father writing on his desk reminded me of the father of my own who had passed away earlier than I did. His fair hand pointed me to a letter placed on a silver tray.
" Would you like to read the contents of the letter ? " .
Holy shiii- I don't think i know this world's alphabet