“Good morning.” Simon says walking into our bedroom. I turn over and look at his beautiful man. I can’t believe he’s all mine, I catch myself staring at him in awe sometimes. I just can’t believe that I bagged such a loyal, loving and talented human being. He’s incredible and he’s mine. “I was hoping you were up. I got tire of waiting for you to wake up.” he says getting on the bed. He smiles coming closer to me for a kiss.
“Morning.” I say kissing him back. He smiles staring at me for long time. I bet he’s been up for hours. Living with him showed me that he doesn’t sleep that much. I’ve changed, I enjoy sleeping these days. I look forward to bedtime and I wake up early when I have to. I don’t get out of bed before 10 am if I don’t have to. Gone are the days of insomnia and early mornings, I love my beauty sleep.
Two years later“Hey, there is a lady here so see you.” My assistant says walking into my office. I look up at her and smile. I told her not to disturb me for the next hour but she just had to walk in here. I don’t need this today.“Have Faith do her hair, I have so much paper work to go through. I can’t take on a client right now.” I say a little annoyed. I don’t have patience to deal with clients insist I do their hair today. On a normal day I would go out and talk them down. Convince them that my staff is capable of doing the job. But today is not a normal day; I have a lot of things to get through. I have other duties besides doing hair; I have to run the business as well.I have to make sure the schedule makes sense, the suggestions box is filled to the brim and I have to figure out where to find new staff. That means I have to get an ad out, hold interviews and I have to make sure whoever I h
Enter: My childhood home bedroom. This is the year I turned fifteen and this is the same year my life changed forever.I’m sitting at the foot of my bed playing with my doll. Chloe my little sister is sitting in front of me, her doll lying next to her.“I want to play with it. I want to play with it.” Chloe says pointing to the doll in my hand, screaming of the top of her lungs. I turn my back to her facing the foot of the bed and play with my doll. She screams over and over. The louder she gets the more I shut her out.This is what happens every day of my life. I wake up and I have to deal with my thirteen year old sister screaming her lungs off about something. I’ve learned how to block her screams out.I brush my doll’s hair with my brush ignoring her continued screaming. She stops screaming for a moment, I listen to her movements behind me. I know she won’t give up that easily. Whe
“You sister needs a dress and you have the money. Just give it to her so she can go get it.” My mother says standing at my door and I look at her in disbelief, I can’t believe she’s doing this to me right now. I’m too tired to be having this conversation with her.“Okay, don’t give it to her. Lend it to me; I’ll pay you back the money when I have it.” She says knowing that she doesn’t have the money to pay me back and if I give her the money I will never get it back.She slowly walks into my room and closes the door. I didn’t invite her in but I guess this is her house. Never mind my privacy and needs. I sit up on my bed because any thoughts of taking a nap are down the drain. I know she won’t leave me alone until she gets what she wants.“Why does she have to have such an expensive dress? She can get a nice dress at a cheaper price.” I say and my mother sighs irritat
One year later I feel my heart and head settle as soon as I open my apartment door. I smile when I see my beautiful home and my yellow sofa, brings me joy every time I see it. It is a symbol of all my hard work, all the long hours standing doing people’s hair. All m y dedication gave me the ability to buy that cute but overpriced sofa. All of it gave me the ability to have a place I call home.I worked very hard to get to this point.I close the door and place my work kit in front of door. I need to clean and sanitize everything in there before I put it away. But first I need to set the mood in this apartment.I need to be in a good head space when I walk into my house. I know that’s me being extra but, I take my apartment as my place of peace. I always make sure to set good intentions before I walk in I want my home t a place of calm and settled emotions. My whole childhood was a mixture of pai
“Thank you so much for coming to do my hair at such short notice. I know I should have made an appointment and I promise this won’t happen again. I ‘m just so grateful you squeezed me in.” I hear Freddie’s mother say to someone in the other room. I half listen to her as I wait for Freddie to come back from the kitchen with a glass of water for me and a beer for him.He invited me over to his house to watch a game. I don’t even watch soccer like that but I was happy to receive his invitation. I needed to get out and breathe. I haven’t had a full conversation with another human being in over a week. I moved here a month ago and I don’t know anyone apart from him. I was losing my mind staring at the walls in my apartment.I tried going out and exploring the city but it didn’t work out. I couldn’t find anything that caught my attention for more than two seconds.The idea of moving to a new town, where I did
I take a sip of my latte and I feel my body relax. I had quite a morning and I need this. I woke up to a phone call from my mother and that never fails to ruin my day. And that is not the energy I need at the top of my morning. So I had to come to my favorite coffee and get the good stuff. I have a good motivational book to get me out the funk and I feel like I can shake off the funk my mother put me in.“Hi.” A make voice says behind me. I have earphones in my ears, a clear indication that I don’t want to be disturbed. I sit there ignoring them; hoping he’ll go away. I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m feeling like this. I sat in the back at the corner at this coffee shop because I want to be left alone. I sit here every time I come here because it’s out of everyone’s ways and I can blend into the crowd.He taps me on the shoulder and I roll my eyes annoyed. Why won’t this dude leav
I pull my car into my parent’s driveway and come to a stop. I feel my heart start beating fast; I haven’t been back here since I moved out of here. I stayed away for as long as I could and if it wasn’t for my mother cussing me out on the phone yesterday I wouldn’t be back here.My body is already on alert, I haven’t been here more than a minute and I’m already bracing for the worst. I didn’t realize how unsafe I felt here until this very moment. It makes me sad that my family home bring up so much fear and anxiety. This is no way for a child to live.“I’m just going in to hear her out and then I’m out. You can do this Adira.” I say to myself when I feel the panic set in. I really don’t want to be here. The little bit f peace I created for myself is not here, it’s in my apartment. So I need to get out of here as quickly as possible. “Let me drink some water
“We really should stop meeting like this.” Adira say standing behind me. I smile at the familiar soothing sound of her voice. I have dreams of her speaking to me in that beautiful; it’s a trip to have her standing so close to me and talking to me. My body came alive the moment she said her first word. It’s like my dreams are coming alive, her voice takes me t a different dimension. I love it.“I know, it’s almost like one of use is stalking the other.” I say turning around to look at her. A smile spreads across my face when I see her beautiful face. She smiles back at me a different reaction from the girl I ran into at the coffee shop.She’s so much more open today. She’s looking me in the eyes and she’s not holding herself back like she was. She seems more at ease today.“It has to be you stalking me because I’m from here, you’re the new comer.” She says smiling.“O