Adore [H.S.]

4

Lucky - Said The Whale 

ISABELLA

The bright light of the mid-morning sun cut through the curtain like a razor blade. It pierced through the dark room hitting my face. I struggled to keep my eyes closed, hoping that the sun would get a hint and shine elsewhere. 

My body ached. Every fibre of me felt like it was dead weight. I struggled to move around the oversized bed, but the weight of the heavy duvet kept me down. I felt like I was suffocating in a sea of white pillows and quilted blankets. Using my feet, I began to push the blankets away. It was a struggle, but after a few thrusts of my right leg, the blankets fell to the side. 

I continued to look around the room, observing every detail, memorizing the walls and furniture. After a few moments of complete silence, it all began to click. The memories of the past twenty-four hours flooded back. I was not in Manhattan. I was here, in my new "flat" situated in London. I no longer lived with my parents and sister, but had a roommate. A roommate. 

Speaking of which, a light knock came from my bedroom door. "Izzy?" Jaz's soft accent filtered through the cracks of the wooden door. "Are you awake?" 

I sat up all the way and shifted my body off of the bed. My knees gave way, making my body stumble as I walked towards the door. "Oomph." Somehow I managed to make my way towards the door and opened it up slowly. "Good morning," My voice was scratchy. A complete one-eighty from my usual clear voice. I coughed the sleep and jet leg away and cleared my throat. "I mean, good morning." I laughed slightly as I spoke once more, this time a lot clearer than my previous efforts. 

"Good morning to you too, roommate!" Jaz smiled as I opened the door wider. She was already freshened up and ready for the day. Her platinum blonde hair was braided to the side, with a black beanie situated on top. 

"You're already ready." I pointed out. She giggled and rolled her eyes, but nodded in response. 

"Well, it's already quarter to noon. I thought I'd let you sleep in a bit more. But, it's time to get some breakfast. I don't want you completely jet legged. I'd be a terrible flat mate if I did." 

I gave her a quick nod and turned back towards my bright yellow suitcases. "What's the weather like?" I poked my head up and squinted my eyes as I tried to look outside the bedroom window. 

"It's pretty warm out. London has surprisingly warmed up a lot the past week. It's usually raining around here, so it's nice when it's actually not. It finally feels like July out there!" 

I hummed in response and continued to sort through the piles of clothes that I brought. Everything seemed uncomfortable and constricting. All that I wanted to do was to live in my sweatpants and hoodies, but I knew that would not be an option. If I did so, I know for a fact that I would only fall back to sleep. Settling on a pair of lace shorts and a black camisole, I walked over to the bathroom (well, what I assumed was the bathroom). 

The bathroom was small. It had a tub, sink, toilet and mirror, all squished into the rather tiny space. I turned the taps of the porcelain sink and let the cool water flow. I cupped my hands, allowing the wanter to pool inside of it. The water felt cool against my warm skin sending a refreshing wave, awaking all of my senses. My hair was a curly, matted mess on top of my head. It resembled a birds nest; not cute at all. I gathered all of my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I quickly undressed from last nights clothes and changed. 

There was something absolutely glorious about a fresh pair of panties and bra. Even more so when they match. 

"Ready?" Jaz was standing at the front entrance. Her mint bag was slung across her body. I couldn't help but envy her style. It was laid back but fashionable. I couldn't help but wonder if everyone in London looked like they stepped out of a Vogue magazine.