It’s bright. The sun slashes through the thin cloth shades and cast a block of light upon the sleeping girls face. Motes of dust dance haphazardly in the rays of sunshine that slash across the room. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes her pupils rapidly dilate then constricted in the light. She laid in bed, her body cocooned in the covers and stared mindlessly at the ceiling. Some time passed. The block of sunshine slowly shifted across the room. The clock ticked by the minutes. She rolled over and glanced at the clock. 11:57 am, class has been over. She slowly sat up and placed one foot on the floor and then the next. She sat a while in that position staring at the clock. 12:15pm ticked by. She sighed and laid back down in the bed. She grabbed her blanket cocooned herself, facing the wall until she fell back asleep. When she awoke the sky was dark. She rolled out of bed and threw on a bathrobe. Then headed down the creaky stairs to find something to eat. Her mother asked her how class had gone, she lied and said it went well. A bowl of Cheerios. She eats a bowl of Cheerios at 10 at night. Sits in silence with her mom in front of the TV and then goes back to sleep.
The opening notes of Bach’s Cello Suite 1 Prelude floated through the door. Steam filled the small bathroom and rolled beneath the slit under the door and fogged up the mirror. Hot beads of water beat against her skin like pinpricks. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw and red. Foamy suds slid down her body and swirled around the drain. The slick tile wall squeaked as she slid onto the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. The cello notes crescendo from the speakers that sat on the floor near the shower. Curly hair plastered against against her forehead and droplets of water ran down her face immediately washing away the salty trails that traveled down her cheeks. The song repeated over and over again until the water went from steaming hot to lukewarm. When the last bits of warmth were leeched away and cold water pierced her skin let out a gasp and turned off the shower. Cello notes played on, rising, swelling, and trilling with wild abandon. She stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and took a swipe at the fogged up mirror. A streaky reflection stared back at her until the steam slowly covered the mirror. Back to bed.