had passed quickly during my failed attempt to shake off the events of the day. At least I will be able to lose myself in a great book.
My father had designed my bedroom room perfectly. Level with the bottom of my bay window is a heavily cushioned platform the size of a queen bed. Curved steps the length of the platform led down to the floor of my bedroom. It’s my favorite place. I can sit here and think without being asked a zillion questions. More conveniently, I can sunbathe there as well.
With the book in hand, I grabbed a few small throw pillows and bounded up the steps. I arranged my pillows so I could still be sitting up but lying back as well. Leaning back against the cushions, I looked out the full pane window. Still normal.
I read almost six chapters before I made myself put the book down. The story was amazing and it was hard to put it down, but my eyes were heavy and I was having a hard time keeping focus on the lines I was reading.
I felt like getting a little fresh air. Stale air seemed to linger in my lungs. Nothing smelled right. My nose didn’t seem to work accurately. It wasn’t a dirty smell, but it reminded me of burning wood and flowers. Not strong or overpowering. It was light, just barely noticeable with my window closed. One of the neighbors must be burning brush.
The scent of the wood rushed in my bedroom as I opened the window. It was relaxing. I laid back down on the mountain of pillows, looking out the window at the trees. I heard the leaves rustle as the soft breeze whispered through them. A few restless birds chirped nearby. Everything still seemed to be normal outside. Normal enough for night time.
As the cool evening breeze blew in the window, I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and rested my head on the pillows. My eyes grew heavier after a few minutes. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 2
I woke to the smell of fresh cut grass. The air felt moist. I had slept on the platform all night with the window open. I laid there looking out. I was so comfortable I didn’t want to get up.
I had a lot of chores to do around the house today and I was in no hurry to get started doing them . I reluctantly dragged myself off the platform. First things first, I had a date with my toothbrush. Staggering to the bathroom, I began my morning rituals.
After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, I brushed my teeth and put my hair up. I gathered the few towels from the bathroom and tossed them into the hamper. I left the hamper lid in the floor and headed to the utility room.
That was another detail my Dad had to do for my mother. He says it makes absolutely no sense for the utility room to be downstairs when the majority of the laundry goes upstairs. He didn’t want Mom to have to carry the heavy baskets up and down the stairs. It was a great idea. Mom really appreciated it and so did I. Dad really does spoil Mom. He will go to any length to make things easier for her. The only thing he can’t figure out is how to make her job easier.
I hope when I manage to actually get a boyfriend that is as considerate and loving as my father is. I don’t think I could want anything different. He is so good to my mother and even after all the years they have been together, I can still see the love in their eye’s for each other.
My mother is the owner and head attorney of Sims and Associates Law Firm. Besides my mom, there are two other attorneys and a small team of assistants at the firm. They have a tremendous caseload, so mom works a lot. When she finally makes it home, I hear her on the phone in her study downstairs. She also works on most weekends. She rarely complains about anything, except the laundry not being done of course. She is just as wonderful as my father. She’s extremely caring and isn’t afraid to love with her whole heart. I just hope I can be as happy as they are someday.
She had placed ads in several newspapers for new attorneys to join the