After Celeste’s last class for the day at school, she was ready to go home and sleep her night away. She arrives to a dirty empty home and relishes in the fact the Doris wasn’t around to hear her bitch and moans. Instead of cleaning up after Doris, she heads straight for her bedroom and locks the door. One by one she takes the origami figures out of her backpack and begins to attach sewing thread to the tiny artwork. She looks around her little bedroom for anything to hang the figures from, and spots a metal clothes hanger. When finished she smiles to see the multiple color birds suspended in air by the clothes hanger. She hangs the mobile above her bed and steps back to see the birds in flight. Her heart soars with happiness gawking at the lovely art figures Brandon bestowed upon her. Instantly she whispers a thank you to the young gentleman who was kind.
She lays down on her bed, and watches the mobile move lightly to and fro. Celeste takes a deep breath and blows sending her air to hit the art making the birds come to life. The peaceful play time allowed her to think of flying to distant places where good people only existed, and before she knew it her tired eyelid closed drifting off into sleep. Several hours pass while the cowgirl slumbers until she awakes to loud voices and a semi-dark bedroom. She doesn’t bother getting up to investigate, and is happy to lay in her bed to watch her birds being touched by the light of moonlight. Celeste hears a couple of different men’s voices, and stays in her bedroom tuning out the small party Doris decided to have late at night, and returns to her peaceful dreaming.
In the morning, Celeste unable to rise from her bed due to her injuries slept on until very late in the afternoon. She steps out of her bedroom to the scent of cigarette smoke and heads to the restroom. She views herself in the mirror and takes note to get a bag of ice to lay on her puffy left eye, and then splashes cold water upon her face. After doing her morning ritual in the bathroom, she heads to the kitchen to answer the calls of her growling tummy. She pops bread in the toaster for warm peanut butter toast and pours herself a glass of milk. Something is off when Celeste doesn’t smell coffee, she yells out to Doris, but no reply came. She smiles to herself for having the house to herself, and sits at the table to eat breakfast. Afterwards, she tidies up the dirty kitchen, and returns back to her oasis with her bag of ice and munchies to think about the boy named Brandon.
It didn’t take long for Celeste to fall back a sleep watching her mobile rock her into a magical trance. She slept the rest of the day away and into the late morning hours until Doris returned home louder than a screeching eagle. Celeste falls back to sleep instantly, and begins to dream of her and Brandon just talking, sitting, and laughing on a wooden fence by a pond of water. She wakes to the sound of her alarm in the early morning light, and is ready to return to school with a better attitude, and a happy spring in her step!
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