silence. softness. sleep. gentle sleep. unstartled dreams. unmoved closed eyelids. somehow opened gradually. back to sleep. sleeping in intervals of waking up and looking at my calm light blue-almost-white ceiling. light reflecting off of it. strech my arms, roll over. hug my bear and bunny. sleep more. half-awake now, kinda dosing off. obviously early morning. step dad at the foot of the stairs "mallory open your door, open your door for a second"
"ughhhh whyyy!!" was my reply
yet again the passively pushy "open your door"
slummed over to the door, unlocked it turned the nob. halfway open, 3/4 open, all the way op---"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" tons and tons and tons and tons of people running and screaming at me, bombarding my quiet solitude of my sleeping chamber.
"AHHHHHH" i didnt know what else to do but scream back, i mean come on they were screaming at me. it was my only defense. i am loud!
shock. complete shock. why was this happening to me? my room was such a mess, people were in my room.
i look up, try to think reasonably. only two people. that's a relief. girls. that's better because i'm just wearing a tshirt and boxers. holding presents. that's even better. telling me they were going to kidnap me. well that's just a little bit scary. they're kidnapping me for a sweet 16 breakfast. well okay that's fine with me.
they were my friends! i now welcomed the intrusion. so i stumble around looking for pants, sweatshirt, anything. they're laughing. my parents are downstairs laughing. and i laugh too.