She slowly came out of her REM cycle just as the first of the golden rays of the sunrise crept across the misty field of pumpkins which belonged to the farmer, and his wife, who lived across the street. She could feel the heavy fabric of the quilt, which her late grandmother hand made, and the soft wind from the fan, which stood on an old wood side-table at the end of her bed, that brought with it the sweet smell of nature. As her mind slowly woke up she came to the realization that she had accidentally left her bedroom window open. Suddenly she jolted awake; her muscles tightening with fear.
Did I even open my window last night? I knew that It was going to be cold. This just doesn't seem like something that I would do...
She took in the state of her room. From her vantage point she could see that, for now, nothing seemed to be different that she had left it from the night before. Clothes still on the floor, desk piled high with applications, books, and drawing paper. She began to push back the heavy quilt that covered her body, releasing all of the body heat that the quilt had helped to retain, and put her feet on the cold wooden floor. She was suddenly very gracious for her preparations from the previous night.
I must have just left it open, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the heavy quilt out. It's a good thing that I did or else my feet would be frozen.
She could hear the faint chirping of the birds outside. Most of them had already begun to migrate and there were very few left. It was almost October.
"Honey, better get up and get going. You don't want to be late for work. Again" her father yelled from sown the hall.
Again? Why would he say that?
She got up out of her queen size and walked across the room towards her bathroom. She grabbed her towel off the rack by the hamper and stepped into the small room off the right side of her bedroom. She undressed, taking a moment to admire her naked reflection, turned on the water and stepped under the shower head. After ten minutes of standing under the hot water she began her daily routine and finished up in the shower. After drying off and dressing again she began to blow dry her hair, then straighten it. After a few make up products, some deodorant, and a spritz of perfume she was done and ready to go to work. As she walked back into her room to get her shoes and keys she shut and locked the window. She went to get her phone out of the previous days pants and came to find that she only had one bar of battery left.
It will last me until my first break unless I go online. It will take exactly a half-hour to charge fully... Wait, where did that come from? How did I know how long t was going to take to charge my phone?
She looked over at her computer.
That needs a new fan motor, the current one will stop working in two days... OK, what is going on here?? When did I become some tech guru??
She was bewildered as she walked out of her room and down the hall. She peeked into her father's room as she walked past, hoping to catch him and confront him about what he had said, but he wasn't there. She continued to walk down the hall, past the home office, and down the stairs that led her into the kitchen. As she glanced around the room she could hear the squeak of the father's car door and the rumble of the starting engine.
That door needs to be oiled, and he is a quart low on transmission fluid. His breaks are fine, but his allignment is off. He should get his oil changed soon as well. What is going on with me??
She tried to put it out of her mind as she grabbed a fresh apple from the fridge and walked out of her house. She didn't notice the green post-it-note that was stuck to the driver's side window until she reached for the handle. Her hand paused mid pull.
" Tell no one. Use these gifts wisely.
- S. Valentine"