I'd returned home to be yelled by Auntie, subsequently crushed in a hug, and then sent up to my room to wash up before dinner. I don't know why Auntie was so upset; she could've called.... Still, I suppose she didn't feel like she needed to since I always obey her orders. As bitter and unloving as she can sometimes be, I know she cares.
So, I'd washed up quickly, hopping in the shower and out again with dripping wet hair, all warm and wet; once dressing, I drew my incredibly detailed and accurate pictures of this and that until dinnertime, wolfed all my food down in five minutes flat, and raced upstairs to draw some more right up until Auntie yelled at me to go to bed. She does a lot of yelling, but like I said, I know that's just her way of telling me she loves me.
I didn't sleep well, though; all I could do was toss and turn with restless thoughts about my new friend. You know how it is when you're on the verge of sleep, and you're still conscious, but none of your thoughts make sense? All of mine were of Rahmiel, all of them, Rahmiel with wings like I'd been drawing earlier, Rahmiel smiling, Rahmiel and I together doing any number of various things.... He was in my all dreams too. I couldn't get him off my mind. So, I was up at two in the morning drawing again, unable to sleep.
Now, at 9:48 as I near the Starbucks with my hair dripping wet -- I needed another shower to wake me up -- and myself dressed in black skinny jeans and my rosary and a white tee-shirt so the scars on my arms show, my feet clad in bright red Converse and a single blood-red rose from the garden outside my house clutched in my right hand, I feel like an exhausted trainwreck. This wasn't how I wanted today to start out, but seeing Rahmiel will make me feel better....
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