Nine

From the depths of my dreams a tickling in my ear woke me. Still half asleep I swatted at the insect. In a minute it was back. I rolled over and covered my head. The over warm air was suffocating, I uncovered my nose. Just as I was falling back into my dreams I felt then insect tickle the inside of my nose. Sitting up in irritation I reached for a tissue and blew my nose.

A small noise caught my attention and I turned towards it just in time to see Mattie duck out of the room, a long peafowl feather in one hand. Grabbing my pillow, I threw it with a vengeance and caught him squarely in the back. Ten years of such behavior should have put me on guard, but not my brightest when waking, it never does. At seventeen I would have expected Mattie to have outgrown his teasing behavior . . . yeah right . . . and donkey's fly.

Yawning I tumbled from bed, stretching when my feet touched the floor. My reflection in the mirror brought a giggle, dark brown hair strung wildly around my face, a tangled rat's nest of a knot on one side over my ear. I definitely needed to take care of that. A sharp shake of my head cleared the sleepy fog from my eyes and I reached for the brush and started working on that unsightly rat's nest. When the last lock was neat and tidy I made my way down the hall to shower.

Author's Note

The start of Chapter 9. It isn't flowing in the manner I would like. There will be some major changes and additions before the first write is ready.

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

while it was still a good write...yes, it is a bit short.

[M Garcia]

A little rough around the edges, but still good. I would come back and expand on this a little. Add a memory or two.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the ending. I feel you ended too quickly. A few tales of youth and problems could make the story complete. You are a outstanding writer. Story was well written and told a sad story with a happy ending. Thank you.
Coyote