Departed

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[ Anastasia ]

Starting from my toes and leading up to my dark brunette hair, I felt a shiver. I could feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise up as I rolled onto my side. A slight breeze brushed across my lightly freckled face. As I inhaled and then slowly exhaled, I felt the warm stickiness of my morning breath as it spread across the hand that was delicately placed along my cheek.

I lay wrapped in my purple fleece blanket. The feeling of heat circulating around my chest and legs kept me in a dazed and sleepy trance. However, after a moment, I felt the coldness creep in and invade my oven of warmness. My toes shivered again, and I realized that I had left my bedroom window open again. I quickly sat up, letting my warm tent fall to my sides, exposing me to dry winter air.

I swung my legs off of my full size bed. My sock-less feet sent yet another jolt of cold up my body as they landed silently onto the dark hardwood floor. My feet padded on the flooring as I made my way to the open window at the end of my room. I leaned over my desk, knocking over my pencil holder as I worked to shut the wooden framed window.

The window overlooked my neighbor's side yard. It was completely white, coated in fluffy, newly settled snow. The fog covered mountains off in the distance framed the image perfectly, making my reality look like an unimaginable dream. I walked back over to my bed and began to make it. I pulled the thin under-sheets up and then covered the with my black comforter. I put my decorative pillows at the head of my bed and then folded my fuzzy purple blanket, still warm from my body, and placed it at the end of my mattress.

My eyes quickly swept over what I had done, making sure it looked good. I took a seat on the edge of the bed and contemplated what to wear.

I got up and let the morning sun guide me to my dresser. It was surprisingly sunny this morning, despite the bitter cold air and freshly fallen snow. The sun was all talk and no action, for it flooded my room with light but didn't melt the white matter that drenched my neighbor's and presumably my house. I opened the top drawer and took out my favorite pair of American Eagle™ jeans. I've had these jeans since before I moved to the quaint town of Oymyakon Russia two years ago. They were visibly warn at the knees, and had stretched despite the nature of the fabric, but I refused to get rid of them. I opened the next drawer down to pull out a pair of socks, shut it and then moved on to my closet. The white doors slid open with ease and i reached for my favorite blue blouse. The royal blue blouse was jaded with small diamonds that ran along the neck line. I tossed the outfit onto my bed and rummaged through my closet floor in search of my fuzzy grey boots.

I moved back over to my bed and peeled off my camisole and sleeping shorts. Goosebumps erupted onto the surface of my light skin. I quickly pulled the skinny jeans on and then hastily threw the blouse on. After putting on my socks I slid on my boots and then went over to my desk. I opened the right drawer and took out my silver necklace that was engraved with a cursive A. I added they piece of jewelry to my outfit and quickly slapped on mascara and a light lipgloss.

Coming down the stairs I knew that my mom was awake. I smelt toast that was just about to burn and saw the glow of lights coming from the kitchen. Taking a left at the end of the staircase, I walked into the kitchen. My mom was facing the stove with her left arm moving back and forth as she made scrambled eggs. I took a seat at the little bar-like counter and shuffled through my bag which took residence on the stool next to me. I made sure that last nights completed homework and my history textbook where there. After assuring myself that I had at least one pen and one pencil in my bag I zipped it, and looked up in time to see my mom placing a plate of eggs and jelly covered toast in front of me.I swung off the stool and opened the fridge where I found the orange juice. I sat back down at the counter and the cup next to my plate.