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Chapter 3: Strange Awakenings
My eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the soft light that filtered through my curtains. I felt a soft breeze blow from my window, and smiled slightly at the calming sensation it gave me. In that moment, I felt at peace.
Then suddenly, last night's events came crashing down on me like a harsh wave. My eyes shot fully open, and my whole body tensed. I slowly sat up, looking around at my jumbled bed spread, noticing that I barely slept under the covers. I tend to get really hot at night, so that wasn't a surprise.
I sighed before I crawled off my bed, pulling on a pair of blue running shorts that were splayed out on the short dresser at the end of my bed. I took a moment to stare at my reflection in the mirror, making sure I looked normal and composed. In reality, I was not normal and composed at that moment, but I didn't want it to show through. There was a possibility that what had happened the previous night wasn't real. That it was all just a weird and crazy dream. I took another deep breath and breathed out as I opened the door. I slowly and tentatively looked out of my room and down the hall.
I suddenly heard a soft melody filter from down the hall, and strained my ears to understand what it was. It sounded like voices singing. I slowly made my way down the hall, the voices becoming louder. There were multiple voices, that much I could tell. They kept saying the word 'la' a lot... another thing I could tell. My stomach tightened from either anxiousness or excitement.
As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, my eyebrows rose. Apparently, I hadn't been dreaming last night. There really were little blue people in our apartment. Now, they were helping Grace with breakfast. I almost laughed out loud. After a few moments, I decided to make myself known.
"Good morning." I said to no one in particular, walking elegantly over to Grace. The Smurfs all answered with a cheery 'good morning!'.
"Morning honey. You hungry?" Grace asked. I shrugged.
"Not so much, you know how I can't eat right after I've woken up." I said. She nodded, continuing to wash strawberries with Smurfette. I pulled out a bowl. "Where's Patrick?" I asked, setting the bowl down on the counter with a spoon and a box a cereal next to it.
"He is frantically getting ready for work." Grace replied with a chuckle. I smirked as I nodded, leaving the bowl, spoon, and cereal for Patrick. I leaned my back against the counter next to Grace, moving my attention to Smurfette. I had never gotten a real chance to have a one-on-one conversation with her yet.
"How is your morning, Smurfette?" I asked, sending her a smile. She smiled back.
"Oh, it's been smurfy! I've just been helping Grace with the strawberries." She replied while still helping Grace. I smiled at her chipper attitude.
"So did you sleep okay last night?" I asked. Her smile wavered just a bit, her eyes turning down shyly.
"Not really, none of us could, you know, cause of..." She trailed off. I nodded in understanding.
"I understand, it must have been rough." I said, my eyes softening. She gave me an appreciative smile.
"Thank you, and it was. But I have to stay smurfimistic!" She said cheerfully. I felt my respect for her rise, as I respect anyone who can see the light in a dark situation.
"Well I think you are doing an amazing job of that." I said so sincerely.
Suddenly, something shouted from the island in the middle of the room. "Woohoo! Hahaaha!" I turned my startled gaze to the juicer, which currently held a kilt-wearing smurf who was spinning wildly on top of an orange. The smurf jumped off and pressed the orange down. "This is great!" I chuckled before I turned my attention to Clumsy, who had began talking to me.
"So, Miss Dae, I was wondering... Was that you playing that beautiful music last night?" He asked with wide eyes. Most of the Smurfs (except Grouchy) turned to me, waiting for an answer. I felt my cheeks slightly heat up from the attention surrounding my music.
"Uh, yeah... That was me." I smiled sheepishly. Smurfette gasped from her place next to Grace.
"Oh, it was smurftastic, Dae! I think it made the night a little easier for all of us." I heard each Smurf replying with an agreement, Brainy nodded his head curtly before giving me a greatfull smile and saying 'I agree'. Though Gutsy was still working the juicer, he made his answer clear by giving me a loud 'Definetly!'. Clumsy nodded his head and said 'It did'. Grouchy simply grumbled something inaudible from his place next to the toaster.
"Thank you..." I said a little shyly. I was always a little bashful when it came to my music.
The smile hadn't left my face as I turned my attention to Patrick, who had just entered the kitchen and was pouring the cereal into the bowl I had laid out for him.
"Morning." I said to him, keeping it short since I could tell he was stressed.
"Morning." He replied in the same short way.
"How crazy is this?" Grace suddenly asked Patrick as he stepped away from the counter. "There are little blue people singing in our kitchen!" She said excitedly. I smiled at her, since I shared her excitement. Obviously, Patrick was not taking this the same way we were. I suddenly heard a shout, and saw a blue blur fly across the room towards Patrick. Using my quick reflexes, I swiftly leaned forward on the island table, reached out and caught the blue blur right before it landed in Patricks cereal bowl. I teetered for a moment before standing up straight gently putting Brainy (as I recognized the smurf to be) on the island before looking around at the impressed faces of everyone in the room.
"Er, thank you for that. You have impeccable reflexes." Brainy stated, nodding appreciatively.
"Your welcome, and thank you." I replied with a satisfied smirk. Patrick let out a sigh and replied to what Grace had said before.
"So your sticking with your 'this is actually happening' theory?" He grumbled. He set down his bowl of cereal and opened his laptop resting on another table. He quickly typed something, then began speaking. "Okay, it says here that Smurfs are mythical creatures from Belgium, also known as Schtroumpfs. Documented by Peyo." He read from the screen.
"And it says that they bring good luck, like leprechauns to the Irish." Grace added, moving to Patrick and reading quickly off the screen. I heard the whirring of the juicer slightly quicken, and I stood straighter as I sensed something would happen.
"It says they're mythical, Grace." Patrick tried to reason. Just as I has suspected, something did happen. Just like what happened with Brainy, I saw a blue blur fly from the juicer, no doubt it being Gutsy. This time, I had been a little more prepared for that to happen, so I acted quickly. Again, I leaned across the island table in front of me. My eyes had followed the blue blur and reached out at a precise time, expertly catching the Scottish Smurf before he smacked into the screen of Patricks computer.
This time, everyone went silent for a moment. I leaned back up, standing up tall and placing the Smurf on the island. Another moment of silence lapsed before said Smurf let out a loud whoop.
"That was great!" He exclaimed. "Do ye think we could give et another try later?" He asked hopefully. I let out a light laugh, choosing to indulge him.
"You got it." I said, earning a fist-pump to the air from Gutsy.
"Thank you, Miss Daelyn." Papa chimed in from his place next to Patricks computer. I waved him off.
"Oh, it's no problem." I replied nonchalantly with a smile. The Smurfs went back to what they were doing after that, as well as Patrick and Grace.
"Okay," he began as he picked up his laptop with Papa standing on the device. "To review: you guys come from a magic forest where you live in oversized mushrooms."
"Yes." Papa confirmed.
"You're being chased by an evil wizard." Patrick continued.
"Yeah." Papa nodded.
"And you're trapped in New York until there's a blue moon."
"Very good."
"And you like to use the extremely imprecise verb 'smurf' for just about anything?"
"Smurfsactly." Brainy answered from the counter. Patrick turned to him, huffing at the Smurf's answer that proved his question.
"And you're all named after your personalities? Do you get your names after you were born, or after you've exhibited certain traits?" All the Smurfs nodded in confirmation before Papa began to speak.
"Master Winslow, there must be something about the blue moon on your magic window machine."
"Woah!" Brainy piped up from the counter, adjusting his glasses. "Just what is this magic searching device?"
"Right now, I'm using Google." Patrick sighed.
"Ooh! Google!" Each Smurf gazed at Patrick's computer like it held the answer to all of life's questions. I held in a snicker at their amazement of the well-known search engine. Patrick didn't seem to find it funny, only annoying as he gave them all a strange look before reading off the screen.
"Okay. Blue moon. A full moon that occurs twice in one month. A figurative construct, much like yourselves..." He trailed off grumpily. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head.
"Hey!" Grouchy yelled just as Grace set a cup of coffee next to Patrick. He paid no attention to the Smurf as he continued.
"...but the moon itself doesn't appear to be blue." He finished reading from the screen, turning it towards the Smurfs so they could see the picture of a regular pale moon. They all gasped, their expressions carrying fright.
"What?!" Gutsy questioned.
"Not blue?" Smurfette repeated.
"Perfect!" Grouchy retorted sarcastically, throwing his arms in the air.
"Now we'll never get home!" Brainy exclaimed fearfully. I felt sadness creeping on up me for the Smurfs.
"No cause for alarm, my little Smurfs," Papa assured, trying to calm them down. "If we're to open the portal home, I'll just have to smurf up a potion to invoke a blue moon," he said easily.
"Oh, you hear that honey? Dae?" Patrick started, sounding sarcastic and annoyed. "They're only staying until an actual blue moon rises. Which could happen if the little blue Santa man makes a magic potion, which at this point seems completely plausible." He finished unceremoniously. I almost laughed out loud.
"You may not think it's possible, but I do," I began, earning appreciative glances from the Smurfs. "I mean, for most of yesterday we didn't think Smurfs existed, now look! They are in our kitchen preparing breakfast with us. For all we know, mermaids could exist!" I said excitedly.
"In our world, they do." Gutsy boasted, his arms crossing over his chest. My eyes widened, and a large smile spread across my face as I turned to him.
"No way." I said, complete happiness filtering through my voice.
"Yes, that is indeed correct." Brainy added. I turned to Patrick with a satisfied smirk. I gestured my hands to them as if to say 'See? I told you!'. He just sighed at my antics and grabbed the cream to pour into his coffee. But before he could, Grouchy popped out, a large strawberry in his mouth. He smirked as he took it out of his mouth and held it towards Patrick.
"Wanna bite?" He asked.
"No, thank you." Patrick answered stiffly, setting down the cream on the counter, forced to take his coffee black.
"Of course, in order to invoke the blue moon, the stars will have to be perfectly aligned," Papa began. "And when that might be is hard to determine without the proper instrument." He explained. He paused for a moment, mulling something over. It seemed as if he reached a conclusion, as he turned to Patrick. "Master Winslow, might I borrow your stargazer?" He inquired.
"My what-wazer?" Patrick asked, doing a double take.
"Uh oh, he doesn't have a star gazer, do ye?" Gutsy asked forlornly.
Patrick just shrugged innocently, having no idea what they were taking about. I suddenly noticed Brainy's breathing starting to quicken.
"We're all gonna die," He said in realization. "We're all gonna die!" He said louder, becoming frantic. I stepped closer to the counter, beginning to try and console him.
"No your no-"
"Snap out of et, scaredy-brains!" Gutsy interrupted, grabbing Brainy's shoulders. "One Panicky Smurf is enough!"
"Besides, Papa had a vision," Smurfette offered. "And everything turns out smurfy. Right Papa?" She asked, looking at him. For a moment, I thought I saw doubt flicker in his eyes. A little... Fear? As well?
I couldn't tell because right when I thought it was there, it vanished, replaced with a smile and kind eyes.
"Yes, yes. It all turns out just fine." He said calmly. This seemed to satisfy the Smurfs, as they all seemed to let out a breath of relief. I questioned wether or not I really saw doubt in Papa's eyes, and decided to keep an eye out to see if it happened again. The red-clad Smurf might not be telling us - or his own family, for that matter - the whole story.
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