Honey

i.Bakery Vibe

{absolutely, definitely not edited}{tidbits will be added later}

After an average yet turbulent nineteen years, I had finally mastered the art of fake sleeping.

Rule number one was to keep your eyes perfectly closed. No one sleeps with their eyes tight shut ever, a mistake committed usually by beginners. You are not constipated.  Keep your eyelids at absolute ease and don't let them touch your waterline, just hover above it.

Rule number two, easy breathing. In the adrenaline rush of trying to hide the secret of your consciousness, we tend to breathe abnormally and assume it looks like we are sleeping. Wrong, you look like a choking puppy. Disturbing.

Rule number three, use a blanket under any circumstances. Whether its summer, winter, monsoon or just plain old hormonal weather, a blanket shields you from the gaze of your predator. Soft blanket for your own comfort.

Rule number four; never stick your nose up in the air while pretending to sleep. Your predator's intense acts tend to seem hilarious. When your mouth twitches into a smile, it won't be all that funny. Keep the wavering grin pressed against the pillow.

Rule number five, stick your favoured leg or hand out of the sheltering blanket. Just around the ankle or wrist for good measure. An excess might result in imbalance and discomfort leading to tragic consequences. One of them being a trip to the hospital; sweaty foreheads and whining on a stretcher are the ingredients for a stinking day.

If all rules are followed perfectly, you'll be successful in creating an illusion.

"Willa I know you're not asleep. It's impossible to sleep at this time of the day," my predator said in a monotonous tone, tearing the blanket off my body, "Besides your infamous fake sleeping is getting old now.

And after an average yet turbulent nineteen years, my mother sure knew my favourite escape very well.

"Mom you have no advantages here, waking me up from my slumber," I tugged on the blanket she had torn off me. 

"Admit it, I caught you this time. And I caught you good," a look of irritation marred her features as she snatched the blanket from my grasp, possessing it once again.

It was for the best to pour it deep, do not attempt the glorious art under the nose of the person who knows you too well.

I swung my legs out of the bed, pursing my lips, “And what do you want me to do now? Seeing that you’ve already disturbed me.”

“I want you to go out. Get some fresh air and act like a normal nineteen year old. And I repeat, you were faking it, definitely faking it.”

A small sigh escaped my lips, my mind knowing what was going to come. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at my mother’s weary face, "Going out will neither do me any good nor you. Normal nineteen year olds do things you should be grateful your daughter doesn’t do. And you should take some rest, it’s been a day since we moved in here and the bags beneath your eyes are already making an appearance.”

Her face softened and she took a step forward, leaning in towards me, “Exactly. It’s been a day and you’ve already cooped yourself up in your own world. I want you to go out and get to know people unlike the Willa back in Los Angeles.”

I never got along well with the human race, although I was part of it myself. Maybe it was how everyone judged you at a glance; which was after all human tendency or perhaps it was how restless I would get during conversations with strangers. Or how I was gifted with the talent of turning a normal conversation into an awkward one. My mother knew it well, yet I had to remind her.