Half asleep, Amy felt a cold breeze over her left leg and reached aimlessly to gather the blankets closer to her. She slowly tried to fall back asleep, trying to continue a seemingly perfect dream, but it was no use. She recalled last night and the "epiphany" that had occurred. After that, her perfect dream was too far gone from her mind.
Knowing Ephram was already up and gone to class, Amy slowly made her way out of the bed, wrapped up in the blankets for warmth. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She reached into the refridgerator and pulled out the orange juice. As she poured the drink into her glass, she became deep in thought. Was her life being poured out in front of her, pulp and all? Was this it for her - doomed to spend a lifetime pouring juice into a glass that was clearly cracked and needed to be replaced? Is there symbolism in that cracked glass that she had overlooked? Amy stopped herself from pouring and from going any further on the subject of juice.
'This is what Philosophy 101 will do to you too early in the morning.' she concluded. Yet, she couldn't shake a feeling - a feeling that something was going to change.
First off, she was going to change - into clothes.
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In another house, another Abbott was just waking up.
"Isabelle Rose..." Bright whined. "I'll tell you what: if you stop crying and let mommy and daddy sleep a little longer, I'll let-" Bright stopped himself a minute. "Who am I kidding? That never worked on me."
He reached into Isabelle's crib and picked her up. Isabelle looked nothing like Bright. With dark brown curly wisps of hair, she looked every bit like Hannah. And instead if feeling jealous over this fact, he felt proud. He slowly rocked her back and forth, softly patting her head. Hannah heard the commotion and went into the next room, watching silently as Bright rocked Isabelle. After a few minutes, she made herself known.
"Good morning." she said gracefully.
Bright looked up from Isabelle. "I tried to reason with her..."
"That's okay." Hannah smiled. "I don't mind watching you with her. I had to get up sooner or later." Hannah said cheerfully. She walked behind the chair and reached over to touch Isabelle's rosey cheek. "I was thinking maybe we could go out or something tonight. Amy already offered to babysit - in fact, she's counting on it." Hannah said, out of the blue.
Bright was confused. "We just got home, and you want to go out? Maybe there's a party girl in you somewhere after all..."
Hannah gave a sarcastic glare. "I know we just got home, but since the accident and the baby, we haven't had any time together. And if I cancel now, Amy would probably kill me."
Convinced, Bright got a sly grin on his face. "Okay, where and what are we doing tonight?"
"You'll just have to wait and see..." Hannah walked back around from the rocking chair and gave both Bright and Isabelle a kiss. "I'm going to go take a shower and then we can trade places." She giggled as she watched Isabelle spit up on Bright's t-shirt.
Hannah stode over to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She saw her reflection in the cabinet mirror. The scars had long been healed, but under the surface, a secret had not. Hannah shivered as she thought about the night of the accident and what she had came across. She quickly undressed herself and turned the water as hot as it would go, hoping that thesteaming waterfall would wash away all her sins.
I know my chapters are short, but that's just my writing style. However, Iwill work to make them longer.This chapter is the catalyst for what's to come - and you'll be shocked (at least I hope). R&R!