The morning sun slowly danced on her
face. Rasheal, with her sleepy eyes still
closed, smiled as she rolled over in bed.
Her thin body shifted under her silky
sheets and outrageously heavy
comforter.
Every morning at 8:00 a.m., her large
luxurious, thick curtains automatically
opened in her bedroom. The sunlight
consistently always beamed through as
it shined on her, her bedroom decor,
fancy clothes and many books.
Rasheal had a simple, modern home.
In fact, it was a smart home delicately
placed on a bright green hillside. Her
home obeyed her commands and every
thing scheduled. It was just her and
her house and she liked it that way.
Though her home overflowed with
technology and fancy decor, she still
had a soft spot for vintage items and nature.
There wasn't a single room in her house
that did not at least have one live plant.
Rasheal daintily rose up from bed, as
if awakening from a from a 10 year sleep.
She pushed her thick brown hair out of
her face. She was one of the few lucky women
who could wake up looking decent. She did
not need any aid for her beauty. She had an
elegant, natural look with bright eyes and
skin that practically glowed.
Her perfectly pedicured feet, always
painted bright orange, touched the soft
plump rug beside her bed. Rasheal walked
unhurried to her mall size closet and picked
out her outfit. She slipped into black too tight
jeans and threw a sweatshirt over her head. She
loved oversized sweatshirts that practically
ate her whole.
As Rasheal headed to leave her bedroom, her
double doors automatically opened. As they
slowly opened, music began to flood all
around her. She loved piano instrumental
music. Music played throughout her home
24/7. She loved music and in fact was quite
the musician herself.
She walked with poise down her marble
swirled staircase. Her skinny, long fingers
slid down the staircase, feeling the smooth
cool marble underneath her fingertips. As
she descended, it felt as if the music always
loyally followed behind her.
As she headed to the kitchen, the smell
of French vanilla coffee overwhelmed her
nose. The double doors opened, inviting
her into her glorious kitchen. The kitchen was
huge and had cherry nut cabinets and
marbled counter tops. All of her dishes, pots
and pans were color coordinated.
Behind her dining table was a wall windows.
Rasheal's entire home leaked of color and life.
As her smart floor felt her light, warm presence,
it initiated powering on the stove as well as
unlocking the fridge.
After she had cooked her over easy
eggs on the stove, she had practically
downed her first cup of coffee. She placed
her mug in a small cubby in the wall. Within
seconds, coffee began to pour out into her
mug as well as creamer and topped off
with whipped cream.
After breakfast, Rasheal would always go
out on her porch. She liked the consistency
of being greeted by the morning sun before
her day began. This was her favorite part of
the day. She would sit outside for hours. She
would journal, write music, and other times just
sit and admire nature.
This was one of the many reasons she left her
world behind. She felt this was an art that was lost.
The ability to sit and be still.
She sat in her comfy lounge chair surrounded
by all of her plants, flowers and vegetation. For
miles, all she could see, were rich green hills. She
found immense comfort being alone. She found
comfort in being away from the business, chaos.
Rasheal had quickly grown weary of the busy, loud
life, endlessly chasing nothing. To her, it was pointless.
The closest form of civilization was an hour away
from her. She liked it that way.
When the wind blew, it flirted with her as
she got whiffs of lavender, mint and berries.
Though she was alone, she never feared nor
became tiresome. Rasheal leaned back and went
to take another sip of her coffee, then
everything went black.
Rasheal woke up to the harsh, cheap sound of
her alarm. Her bed creaked as she slowly got up,
untangling herself from her itchy sheets. Her dirty
feet made contact with the cool floor beneath her.
Her stomach growled as she hadn't eaten in days.
She turned around to dig in her small closet
to fetch her clothes. She had worn the same
thing for 365 days. She only owned one outfit,
pajamas, and a good winter coat.
After she got dressed, she made her way to
her favorite part of the house, her kitchen. Most
people would say their favorite was the kitchen
because of the food, but that wasn't the case
for Rasheal. She was always hungry but her
stomach constantly craved something more.
The kitchen was the only room in her home
that had a window. Her kitchen might've been
robbed of food but not robbed of the ability
to dream. She practically lived for that window
because of the feeling it gave her, escape. Any
regular person looking through the window would
only see people bickering, trashy streets, warn
down houses and lost dogs, but Rasheal chose
to see more and lived vicariously through it.
When Rasheal looked out the window, she'd
close her bright eyes and allow her imagination
to take over. The place flowing with green hills
and flooded with smells of lavender and berries.
She allowed her mind to take her to her favorite
place....
the world out of reach.
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