Post by Isabela on Apr 24, 2012 15:57:41 GMT -6
So I haven't written in a while, but I thought I would post just to get myself in the habit. Not edited just written
“I can’t find it anywhere mom, I took it off just an hour ago to do the dishes, and it’s gone!” Frustration as clear as a screaming child in a grocery store, rang from my voice. Not only had I lost my engagement ring, but my mother was not being as helpful as I had hoped. She was badgering me about losing things as a child and being scattered brained even as an adult. Yanking the bedroom door open, I followed the floor with a keen eye, searching for a little sparkle, yet only catching the usual creaking of the floor as I headed down stairs.
“I know mom, but you’re not helping me right now so I will give you a call later… maybe, k bye!” Clicking the phone off in the middle of her protest, I tossed the phone on the wood oak table and crouched to look below the sink. Bottles of chemicals and washing soap blocked my view, as if the thought never struck me, I began to panic. Heart beat thumped, sweaty palms and a bead of sweat threatened to jog down my brow, but of course I was just imagining this all. Ring near the sink, hole in the sink, ring down the hole, lost forever in the maze of pipes and dirty, dirty water. A deep etched frown settled on my face, I knew what I would have to do. Not only was my ring probably nestled between rotting old lettuce and rivets of cheese from last night’s tacos, but there before me, taunting like a poisonous snake, was a nest of spiders.
Arming myself with a wrench thing, purple flowered apron, pot on my head, pot lid in my other hand, knee pads, and my insect squishing shoes, I braced for war. Knocking all the bottles out of the shelf, I released my war cry and poked at the nest with the wrench, squealing like a child when little babies came charging at me yielding invisible poisonous weapons. I stomped and danced around until I was sure the little insects had either disappeared or were well squashed beneath my black sketchers. Panting and already tired from the hopping and dancing, I kneeled and began turning the plastic white pipe. Priding myself on my abilities as a rookie plumber, I unconsciously check to see if the career’s trademark was present on my back side, unfortunately, my crack was nestled beneath my jeans and belt.
Wiggling the pipe loose, the contents spilled onto the floor, splashing my face and sprinkling my lips, reminding me to wear a splash guard as I gagged in disgust. Sifting through the remnants, I not only didn’t find my ring, but found that my fiancée was not throwing the rest of his cereal away in the trash like I had asked him to, multiple times. The frustration passed through me, as the image of him finding out I lost my ring played out in an old black and white silent film, although I became sidetracked with how cute the dress I was wearing, I broke through my movie to lie back on the floor. My helmet clanked and rolled off my head, I gazed up and noticed how dirty the floor looked beneath the fridge.
A movement caught my eye, just above the door behind the curtains; a shadow darted across the sunbeam streaming through the threads of my purple window cover. More curious then frightened, I began to investigate. Pressing my back against the fridge, I imitated what I thought cat woman would look like as she was sneaking up on her unknowing prey. Topo began to bark in the backyard, assuming any intelligent person would know better than entering a fenced in property with a rather large German shepherd pacing the perimeter. Stalking to the back fence, Topo bounded from behind the fence, licking my hand with his warm drool. Glancing around, there appeared to be nothing wrong or out of order, besides the over grown weeds that refused to go away.
Topo and I turned back to the house, where to my surprise, there stood a man. He wore a brown suede jacket, over a black shirt, tucked into a dark pair of blue jean. His legs were slightly apart with his hands in his pockets, shoes were black, like the ones you would expect on a murderer. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t look up, or it could have been the glare from the sun bouncing off my car windshield. Bringing my hand over my face, shielding from the rays bouncing from my window, the guy was gone. Just disappeared, like a ghost, or a very experienced serial killer, or scared off from my choice of clothing, still geared up for war.
Quickly entering my home, I turned and locked the door, peaking from my window, to discover, nothing. Topo went to his water bowl and lapped up as much as he could, plus pooling half all over the floor. What an eventful day, I thought, war, stalker, treasure hunt, next will be the end of the world or so. The phone rang, playing Bob Marley, One love, tapping my finger to the music, humming the song before it went quiet again. A few minutes passed then the music started again, quickly retrieving the phone, a busy voice greeted me at the other end.
“Hey honey, enjoy the music there? I’m really busy but I just wanted to see how your day off was going,” Rustling noises matched his voice, obviously very focused at the moment, moving between objects and people probably.
“Well you know, doing my I Love Lucy routine, getting into things and falling outta things, same ol same ol.” A smile spread across my face, couldn’t help it if I tried.
“Well I’ll be home later tonight try to stay out of trouble, Love ya, bye.” Before having the chance to even say bye, he hung up, no doubt going about his business.
“So Topo, I guess it’s me and you for the rest of the day,” Topo wagged his tail and shuffled around my feet, excited to be inside and assisting in a mad scientist projects. This didn’t really involve anything mad or scientific about it at all, just watching TV and reading a couple of stories while jamming out to tunes.
His attention snapped to the right, looking towards the hallway, his ears perked, body at attention, a low growl rumbled from his chest. For half a second, fear crept up my spine, fear and excitement. Someone was in the house, someone who wasn’t supposed to be.
Taking long strides, I made my way to the stairs; the second floor was slightly lit by a window in the office. Holding my breath, I listened, only to hear absolutely nothing, except Topo breathing extremely hard. I glanced at him; he looked at me, as if to suggest I should go first. Pansy, I thought. I took the first step bravely, yet as I ascended I could feel courage draining from my feet, remaining at the bottom of the stairs with my so called courageous protector. Reaching the top floor, I saw him, standing in front of my bedroom door. He turned like a shadow and stepped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. Curiosity peaked; I stared at the tan carpet in which he had just been standing, that particular area always creaked. Yet now the thought was scarier knowing he didn’t make a sound. My heart pounded in my ears, I refused to close my eyes, fearing I might miss this mysterious phantom playing a game of hide and seek.
I shivered losing my wits, stumbling down the stairs, barley clinging to the stair post. My German shepherd skidded into the kitchen and bounced back, as if we were playing a game of tag. Yanking the front door open I plunged into the sunlight, welcoming the warmth as it chased the cold chill from my blood. Topo, who managed to plunge through the door before me, took this opportunity to dig in my flower bed while I remained distracted in my thoughts. I watched as he dug up the base of my favorite flowers, deidameias fell on their sides, purple and yellow pedals buried in the rich brown dirt. Yet all I could think of was how that guy had gotten into my house and managed to sneak upstairs without my four legged alarm hearing.
“TOPO!” I screamed, registering what he was doing, he ran daring me to chase him. Instead I sat on the porch and watched him make a fool of himself, running from the tree to the neighbors little black car repeatedly. I couldn’t help but laugh, this was my best friend when I felt lonely or scared, and now he was drawing away the fear with idiotic dog dance moves. Still, I couldn’t help but scold him for not catching a ghost presence, or hearing a super ninja thief, if that was even who he was.
“C’mon you big ol’ idiot, we need to start making dinner, the other idiot should be home in a little bit.”
I had three pots going, only one of them actually containing noodles for spaghetti, the other two was to create the illusion that more was going on than what I was actually doing. Chopped veggies, bread, noodles, sauce meat, and tea kept me busy, my partner laying on the floor hoping for scraps.
The dinner table set, no candles and fancy looking set up, just two bowls and two cans of soda sitting on an unclothed table, awaiting a feast for starving day laborers. I waited and waited, snacking on some left over in the pot, holding a meaningful and enlightening conversation with Topo.
I whipped around when I heard a clink and clank near the table, sitting on top of my dr. pepper can was the small silver band. Tipping my head to the side, just as Topo does when I talk to him like a baby, I half expected it to just float towards my hand by an invisible force radiation from my brain. But it didn’t, instead it just sat there, perched up on the tab of my dr. pepper.
Slurping down the bowl of spaghetti and gobbling up as much as my stomach would allow without regurgitating, I didn’t take one eye from the ring. Not until my belly was full and bed was beckoning me. Feeling the extreme thickness of fatigue raging through my body, each step seemed to get harder and harder. Topo too seemed to feel it, he no longer bounced around my feet in his own little parade, instead he followed close behind as we climbed the stairs, becoming carless with his head, bumping into me and stepping on my feet. Pushing the door open, I struggled to find the switch for the light, careful to only expose my hand around the corner. Once again, as it had never failed before with one exception, the magic carpet area moaned under my weight.
Poking my head in, there was no one in sight, except Topo, who sniffed around before making his way atop my bed. Stripping to just an oversized shirt, I climbed aboard my ship of sleep, sliding between the blankets. Cool blue silk threads slithered against my warm skin, greeting with an old familiarity, burying my face into the cool side of my pillow, flipping it when all the warmth was sucked from my face. Staring at the small glow in the dark stars pasted to the ceiling, my imagination drifted and soon I was in a deep sleep, along with Topo, who began to snore rather loudly.
The creaking yanked me from my dream, I felt the sleep tugging for me to return, but something stepped on my foot. Stretching my hand to the other side of the bed, I searched for my fiancée, but his side of the bed remained empty. Topo moved from standing on my big toe, releasing the squished foot, and leapt off the bed. I heard his nails click on the wood floor towards the door with a loud thud. Rolling over to the middle of the bed, I snuggled against my pillow, listening to my breathing as it lulled me back to sleep. I kicked off half the blanket, sticking my leg into the night’s cool air, balancing my body heat to a ‘just right’ temperature.
Then I heard it, a click noise, like the sound of the door knob releasing as it’s pushed opened or closed gently. I felt my blood warm, anxiety nestled in my chest as my heart pounded rapidly. Trying to grip something in the darkness with my eyes, everything was one massive blob of nothingness. Topo began to grown deeply, he stopped clicking his nails across the floor, only the growl resonated somewhere from the right side of the bed, closes to the door. Don’t panic, Don’t panic, I told myself, trying not to picture monsters or demons sneaking their way into my bedroom, but of course my imagination conjured up thousands of images in mere seconds.
Topo snapped, the hard chomp of his teeth biting through air, warning whatever it was to stay away. Just as the courage to jump and switch on the light burst through me, Topo screamed a terrifying yelp and began growl and bark. Leaping with only two steps I flicked on the light, only to catch the back half of Topo racing through the door chasing something down the hall.
“I can’t find it anywhere mom, I took it off just an hour ago to do the dishes, and it’s gone!” Frustration as clear as a screaming child in a grocery store, rang from my voice. Not only had I lost my engagement ring, but my mother was not being as helpful as I had hoped. She was badgering me about losing things as a child and being scattered brained even as an adult. Yanking the bedroom door open, I followed the floor with a keen eye, searching for a little sparkle, yet only catching the usual creaking of the floor as I headed down stairs.
“I know mom, but you’re not helping me right now so I will give you a call later… maybe, k bye!” Clicking the phone off in the middle of her protest, I tossed the phone on the wood oak table and crouched to look below the sink. Bottles of chemicals and washing soap blocked my view, as if the thought never struck me, I began to panic. Heart beat thumped, sweaty palms and a bead of sweat threatened to jog down my brow, but of course I was just imagining this all. Ring near the sink, hole in the sink, ring down the hole, lost forever in the maze of pipes and dirty, dirty water. A deep etched frown settled on my face, I knew what I would have to do. Not only was my ring probably nestled between rotting old lettuce and rivets of cheese from last night’s tacos, but there before me, taunting like a poisonous snake, was a nest of spiders.
Arming myself with a wrench thing, purple flowered apron, pot on my head, pot lid in my other hand, knee pads, and my insect squishing shoes, I braced for war. Knocking all the bottles out of the shelf, I released my war cry and poked at the nest with the wrench, squealing like a child when little babies came charging at me yielding invisible poisonous weapons. I stomped and danced around until I was sure the little insects had either disappeared or were well squashed beneath my black sketchers. Panting and already tired from the hopping and dancing, I kneeled and began turning the plastic white pipe. Priding myself on my abilities as a rookie plumber, I unconsciously check to see if the career’s trademark was present on my back side, unfortunately, my crack was nestled beneath my jeans and belt.
Wiggling the pipe loose, the contents spilled onto the floor, splashing my face and sprinkling my lips, reminding me to wear a splash guard as I gagged in disgust. Sifting through the remnants, I not only didn’t find my ring, but found that my fiancée was not throwing the rest of his cereal away in the trash like I had asked him to, multiple times. The frustration passed through me, as the image of him finding out I lost my ring played out in an old black and white silent film, although I became sidetracked with how cute the dress I was wearing, I broke through my movie to lie back on the floor. My helmet clanked and rolled off my head, I gazed up and noticed how dirty the floor looked beneath the fridge.
A movement caught my eye, just above the door behind the curtains; a shadow darted across the sunbeam streaming through the threads of my purple window cover. More curious then frightened, I began to investigate. Pressing my back against the fridge, I imitated what I thought cat woman would look like as she was sneaking up on her unknowing prey. Topo began to bark in the backyard, assuming any intelligent person would know better than entering a fenced in property with a rather large German shepherd pacing the perimeter. Stalking to the back fence, Topo bounded from behind the fence, licking my hand with his warm drool. Glancing around, there appeared to be nothing wrong or out of order, besides the over grown weeds that refused to go away.
Topo and I turned back to the house, where to my surprise, there stood a man. He wore a brown suede jacket, over a black shirt, tucked into a dark pair of blue jean. His legs were slightly apart with his hands in his pockets, shoes were black, like the ones you would expect on a murderer. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t look up, or it could have been the glare from the sun bouncing off my car windshield. Bringing my hand over my face, shielding from the rays bouncing from my window, the guy was gone. Just disappeared, like a ghost, or a very experienced serial killer, or scared off from my choice of clothing, still geared up for war.
Quickly entering my home, I turned and locked the door, peaking from my window, to discover, nothing. Topo went to his water bowl and lapped up as much as he could, plus pooling half all over the floor. What an eventful day, I thought, war, stalker, treasure hunt, next will be the end of the world or so. The phone rang, playing Bob Marley, One love, tapping my finger to the music, humming the song before it went quiet again. A few minutes passed then the music started again, quickly retrieving the phone, a busy voice greeted me at the other end.
“Hey honey, enjoy the music there? I’m really busy but I just wanted to see how your day off was going,” Rustling noises matched his voice, obviously very focused at the moment, moving between objects and people probably.
“Well you know, doing my I Love Lucy routine, getting into things and falling outta things, same ol same ol.” A smile spread across my face, couldn’t help it if I tried.
“Well I’ll be home later tonight try to stay out of trouble, Love ya, bye.” Before having the chance to even say bye, he hung up, no doubt going about his business.
“So Topo, I guess it’s me and you for the rest of the day,” Topo wagged his tail and shuffled around my feet, excited to be inside and assisting in a mad scientist projects. This didn’t really involve anything mad or scientific about it at all, just watching TV and reading a couple of stories while jamming out to tunes.
His attention snapped to the right, looking towards the hallway, his ears perked, body at attention, a low growl rumbled from his chest. For half a second, fear crept up my spine, fear and excitement. Someone was in the house, someone who wasn’t supposed to be.
Taking long strides, I made my way to the stairs; the second floor was slightly lit by a window in the office. Holding my breath, I listened, only to hear absolutely nothing, except Topo breathing extremely hard. I glanced at him; he looked at me, as if to suggest I should go first. Pansy, I thought. I took the first step bravely, yet as I ascended I could feel courage draining from my feet, remaining at the bottom of the stairs with my so called courageous protector. Reaching the top floor, I saw him, standing in front of my bedroom door. He turned like a shadow and stepped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. Curiosity peaked; I stared at the tan carpet in which he had just been standing, that particular area always creaked. Yet now the thought was scarier knowing he didn’t make a sound. My heart pounded in my ears, I refused to close my eyes, fearing I might miss this mysterious phantom playing a game of hide and seek.
I shivered losing my wits, stumbling down the stairs, barley clinging to the stair post. My German shepherd skidded into the kitchen and bounced back, as if we were playing a game of tag. Yanking the front door open I plunged into the sunlight, welcoming the warmth as it chased the cold chill from my blood. Topo, who managed to plunge through the door before me, took this opportunity to dig in my flower bed while I remained distracted in my thoughts. I watched as he dug up the base of my favorite flowers, deidameias fell on their sides, purple and yellow pedals buried in the rich brown dirt. Yet all I could think of was how that guy had gotten into my house and managed to sneak upstairs without my four legged alarm hearing.
“TOPO!” I screamed, registering what he was doing, he ran daring me to chase him. Instead I sat on the porch and watched him make a fool of himself, running from the tree to the neighbors little black car repeatedly. I couldn’t help but laugh, this was my best friend when I felt lonely or scared, and now he was drawing away the fear with idiotic dog dance moves. Still, I couldn’t help but scold him for not catching a ghost presence, or hearing a super ninja thief, if that was even who he was.
“C’mon you big ol’ idiot, we need to start making dinner, the other idiot should be home in a little bit.”
I had three pots going, only one of them actually containing noodles for spaghetti, the other two was to create the illusion that more was going on than what I was actually doing. Chopped veggies, bread, noodles, sauce meat, and tea kept me busy, my partner laying on the floor hoping for scraps.
The dinner table set, no candles and fancy looking set up, just two bowls and two cans of soda sitting on an unclothed table, awaiting a feast for starving day laborers. I waited and waited, snacking on some left over in the pot, holding a meaningful and enlightening conversation with Topo.
I whipped around when I heard a clink and clank near the table, sitting on top of my dr. pepper can was the small silver band. Tipping my head to the side, just as Topo does when I talk to him like a baby, I half expected it to just float towards my hand by an invisible force radiation from my brain. But it didn’t, instead it just sat there, perched up on the tab of my dr. pepper.
Slurping down the bowl of spaghetti and gobbling up as much as my stomach would allow without regurgitating, I didn’t take one eye from the ring. Not until my belly was full and bed was beckoning me. Feeling the extreme thickness of fatigue raging through my body, each step seemed to get harder and harder. Topo too seemed to feel it, he no longer bounced around my feet in his own little parade, instead he followed close behind as we climbed the stairs, becoming carless with his head, bumping into me and stepping on my feet. Pushing the door open, I struggled to find the switch for the light, careful to only expose my hand around the corner. Once again, as it had never failed before with one exception, the magic carpet area moaned under my weight.
Poking my head in, there was no one in sight, except Topo, who sniffed around before making his way atop my bed. Stripping to just an oversized shirt, I climbed aboard my ship of sleep, sliding between the blankets. Cool blue silk threads slithered against my warm skin, greeting with an old familiarity, burying my face into the cool side of my pillow, flipping it when all the warmth was sucked from my face. Staring at the small glow in the dark stars pasted to the ceiling, my imagination drifted and soon I was in a deep sleep, along with Topo, who began to snore rather loudly.
The creaking yanked me from my dream, I felt the sleep tugging for me to return, but something stepped on my foot. Stretching my hand to the other side of the bed, I searched for my fiancée, but his side of the bed remained empty. Topo moved from standing on my big toe, releasing the squished foot, and leapt off the bed. I heard his nails click on the wood floor towards the door with a loud thud. Rolling over to the middle of the bed, I snuggled against my pillow, listening to my breathing as it lulled me back to sleep. I kicked off half the blanket, sticking my leg into the night’s cool air, balancing my body heat to a ‘just right’ temperature.
Then I heard it, a click noise, like the sound of the door knob releasing as it’s pushed opened or closed gently. I felt my blood warm, anxiety nestled in my chest as my heart pounded rapidly. Trying to grip something in the darkness with my eyes, everything was one massive blob of nothingness. Topo began to grown deeply, he stopped clicking his nails across the floor, only the growl resonated somewhere from the right side of the bed, closes to the door. Don’t panic, Don’t panic, I told myself, trying not to picture monsters or demons sneaking their way into my bedroom, but of course my imagination conjured up thousands of images in mere seconds.
Topo snapped, the hard chomp of his teeth biting through air, warning whatever it was to stay away. Just as the courage to jump and switch on the light burst through me, Topo screamed a terrifying yelp and began growl and bark. Leaping with only two steps I flicked on the light, only to catch the back half of Topo racing through the door chasing something down the hall.