Dream a Little Dream [SOLO]
Sept 30, 2014 7:26:01 GMT
Post by Miasma☆ on Sept 30, 2014 7:26:01 GMT
Sunlight pockmarked through the blinds, resting on the girl’s face. It seemed to be the only thing that roused her from her peaceful slumber, immediately wincing at the light shining in her eyes. She sat up straight, rubbing them quickly to shake the sleep from them. “Slept in again,” she muttered in a groggy voice as she took a pained glance at her clock, which read that it’d been five o’clock. In the afternoon.
Every day, it was the same routine. Wake up, eat, play games, greet her mother during her daily visits, then sleep again. This day wasn’t really any different, and she wasn’t exactly planning on anything out of the norm.
Faceplanting back onto her bed, she let out a muffled groan in response to the sound of her mother entering the apartment. Her mother was quiet about her differing ideals these days. She would’ve figured it was because she was afraid to drive her daughter away and further, but perhaps she was just tired of being a broken record on the situation. Yeah, that had to be it.
“Yui! I hope you’re up; I brought you a doggy bag!” Her mother called to her, before knocking on the door. Before receiving an answer, she opened the door anyway.
“I see what you’re doing there, ma. You’re pseudo-respecting my privacy by knocking, but expressing your authority as a parent by coming in anyway,” she sat up with a snide expression, her hair nearly resembling a lion’s mane. She looked up to meet the older woman’s stern gaze. She’d often been told that she and her mother looked alike, and she assumed that was true. They had the same almond-shaped eyes, and heart-shaped jawline. She always wondered if she would grow up to look like her mother, though with a bit more stress lines than she would ever have. And maybe even less laugh lines.
“Very funny. Now, would you brush your hair? You look like a total dork. As a parent, it should be the other way around, you know,” she replied, her tone incredibly monotone as she handed the girl the brush that was resting on her desk, before turning on her heel to make way to the small kitchen.
She and her mother rarely spoke these days. And when they did, it was for a relatively short time frame. The two had a silent understanding between themselves that things could be better, but it wasn’t going to change. It was too little, too late. She watched the woman unload the groceries, running the brush through her hair a few times. She would ask her why she kept doing these things for her, but quickly decided the easy answer. She was her daughter.
“I picked up something I thought you would like at the pawn shop near our house, earlier,” her mother said, which pulled her from her thoughts. “Reminds me of those game.. dudes? .. Something like that. But it sold for pretty cheap.”
“Sounds like you got ripped off with a broken gameboy, ma,” she replied, making her way to the kitchen. She couldn't deny her small sense of eagerness. It'd been a while since she'd gotten a present like this from her mother. Maybe their relationship wasn't so rocky, after all.
The woman handed her some sort of-- device? An old cell phone? It truly did look like one of those pre-paid cellphones, though it was green and white. And nor did it have numbers of any sort. She didn’t exactly know why, but something about it really made her heart race. It was almost as if she were reunited with an old friend again. She couldn't conceal her look of surprise, her expression betraying her words, “A cellphone. And it’s baby-puke green.”
The woman handed her some sort of-- device? An old cell phone? It truly did look like one of those pre-paid cellphones, though it was green and white. And nor did it have numbers of any sort. She didn’t exactly know why, but something about it really made her heart race. It was almost as if she were reunited with an old friend again. She couldn't conceal her look of surprise, her expression betraying her words, “A cellphone. And it’s baby-puke green.”
Her mother gave an exasperated sigh and outstretched her hand, “I’ll just return it if you don't want it. Give it here.”
The girl held the device in her hands, keeping it from the older woman’s grasp, “You don’t have to do that. Listen, I’ll keep it. Maybe it has some old games on it. Definitely salvageable. .. Thanks, mom.”
The woman shook her head, pushing past her daughter. “Alright, then. I’ll be back tomorrow, Yui. I left instructions on how to heat up the leftovers on the fridge. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.”
She couldn’t help but feel passively indifferent as her mother left, waving dismissively to her as she left as quickly as she came.