You know the only consequence to that amazing thing called brunch and day drinking is it's homeboy hangover. That man is something mean, and he takes no prisoners with him. The alarm blaring in the background accompanied with a grunt and nudge in my back forces me to take action and kill the noise. I slowly blink and squint trying to figure out where I am and how I got there. Once I could handle the light I look over at clock and realize it was 8am. I have some slight panic at first because I am suppose to be at work, but then I remember that today is a holiday so I was actually good until noon when I had to go pick up my son from my mother's house. I sit up and place my bare feet on the ground and just breathe with my eyes clothes as I attempt to get my bearing together. With all of my senses heightened with the fresh maji particles that I just breathed in I sense that everyone for the most part in the house is still sleeping. Then I open my eyes and proceed to take one of the dark purple hangover elixars that Ash's husband most likely left for us.
You know one of these days we will grow up and realize just because we are responsibility free the next day does NOT mean we should get black out drunk. However if you need to breathe in order to live I wouldn't suggest holding your breathe to wait for that moment. I go through my mini mental mantra as I start moving around.
I look down at my girls sprawled out all over the place with various body parts covered and not covered and proceed to the en suite bathroom. I absolutely adore Ash's home. It's a 2 story ranch style property sitting on 15 acres of land. With a horse stable and training grounds on the property. This guest room has honestly been deemed our recovery room to make it easier on poor Paul (Ash's husband), and equipped with everything we needed.
The California king sized bed with its many plumped pillows and magic infused cotton bedding faces the balcony. Which is actually a glass wall with a door that opens up to a balcony. The glass is enforced with magic making it dang near impossible to break from the outside or see into the room. But, with some intent you can break the glass from the inside as a fire escape, and see outside with no issues while it still filters the sunlight so it isn't too harsh. There is a setting that allows you to change the amount of sunlight that is allowed in as well. The door headed to the rest of the house is on the left side of the bed with a good amount of walking space in-between along with a nightstand.
On the right side is the huge walk in closest and en suite bathroom. The walk in closet itself is big enough to hold a queen sized bed. But is filled with everything me, Toni and my son will need clothing and shoes wise. The bathroom though is my favorite. When you walk in you have the his and her sink to your left and farther down you have a professional vanity set up for two along the wall. Then in front of you is the rainfall shower and soaking tub behind a glass in closure. Perfect so that you can take a shower before soaking in the tub without getting the floor wet. On the right side you have another door which leads to the electric heated toilet with a heated bidet. And yes she is filthy rich, and yes the master area is even more luxurious.
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I take my time washing the grime and bad decisions of yesterday in the shower as I run my bubble bath. Once I'm done I climb into the tub and let myself sink down completely not thinking twice about my hair bonnet getting wet. I use this time to think over the crazy day I had. More specifically, the twins who call themselves interested in me.
At first when I awoke I thought I had imagined everything, but when I saw the text on my phone this morning checking on me I realized it did in fact happen. I'm so glad this happened while I was drunk. It is no way I would've given 'em my number if I was sober. Not because I wasn't down, but all the doubts and reasons I shouldn't even attempt that type of relationship would have held me back. I'm complicated that way. Sometimes I care about what others think and sometimes I don't. And since I've already done it I might as well see where this goes right? I think I'll take a page out of Toni's book and just see where this takes me. It's not like I'm marrying the guys or anything. With my mind made up to just let things happen I finally get out of the tub to get dressed and get ready for my day.
I put on a simple plain forest green sleeveless sundress with some brown open toed sandals, and do a quick spell on my hair in order to dry it and head out. I call for a cab and text the two sleepy heads on my way out so that they won't act like I snuck out and abandoned them when they finally wake up. It's about 11am at this point and I really need to leave in order to make to my mom's house at noon.
As I ride in silence with the cab driver I use this time to check my email, listen to voicemails, and return any important calls or text that I missed yesterday. Between that and the nap I took that 45 minute drive felt like 10. I thank and pay the driver as I get out and walk up to my mothers home. This neighborhood really have changed since I was little. While it's still a commoner's district you can tell that the people here have been able to make a name for themselves. It's a very cookie cutter neighborhood with one story 3 bedroom, 2 bath brick homes that have chimneys and various styles of patios. With the different types of flowers, lawns and gardens showcasing each home's unique personality. My mother loves her some sunflowers so she has some lined up around her patio. You would always find various toys from her grand kids playing stranded in the yard.