Crystal

Perhaps, if she could find at least one pair of ear plugs before going to bed last night, Amy wouldn’t have woke up from a slight metal clicking. But all earplugs seemed to have magically vanished from the house, and she was forced to expose her ears to all possible sounds night and morning could bring. Night wasn’t that bad. Besides, she slept much deeper during night hours, but became really sound-sensitive around morning time.

She was still in between dreaming and waking up and couldn’t quite make it up where that quiet but cruel squeaky sound was coming from. She didn’t want to exchange her sweet dreamy morning tenderness to reality. The night was too amazing to wake up from it. Suddenly a sharp guess… Amy opened her eyes and looked to her right. The other half of her bed was empty. She now knew exactly what was that heart scratching squeaky metal sound. It was a sound of an entry door lock. Gordon was gone.

Amy sat on her bed looking around as if she was afraid she lost something. She was hoping to find a note. She couldn’t believe Gordon could walk away without at least leaving her a note. She swiped her palm along a pillow he slept on. As if she thought she still couldn’t yet see a piece of paper on a white pillowcase with her sleepy eyes. But there was nothing. She bent over “Gordon’s” side of the bed and looked at the floor, but the note she was hoping to find couldn’t be found there either. She hopelessly looked again on both nightstands. There was no sign of a note.

Amy grabbed her cell phone hoping to see a text message from Gordon. Nothing. She scrolled her phone book contacts, selected “Gordon” in the list, but her finger froze above it. She frowned and tossed her phone on the bed .

For a minute there she sat in her bed looking through her tows thinking about something, then opened her eyes wide and touched her lips kind of covering her mouth from unwanted words to come out. She jumped off the bed and rushed to vanity mirror. She gave her reflection a level and up close look and touched her face right under right eye,checking her tiny wrinkles. She backed up a little and looked at herself again. Then turned to see her profile and gathered in her already flat stomach. Then relaxed again, turned her front back to the mirror, and stared at herself confused.

She slowly went back and sit on a bed. She looked like she was trying to remember something. Then made a deep sight, stood up, rushed to the coffee table, grabbed a luscious bouquet of red roses from a vase and took it to the kitchen. There she dumped the roses in a trash can. She got back to her bedroom, put on a silk robe, then noticed a walnut-size drop-shaped crystal on her nightstand. She grabbed it and glanced at it for a few seconds as if she was making an unpleasant decision. Then went back to the kitchen and quickly threw the crystal into a trash can as well.

Amy walked to the window where she crossed her arms and stood for a few minutes watching trees sadly waving their branches in the wind. Then she smiled and brushed her bangs with fingers as if she was trying to wipe off some annoying thought. She turned around and turned on a coffee machine. When coffee was ready, she poured some into her favorite mug and was passing by the entry foor when she heard the door knob turning.

Someone was trying to open her locked door from the outside. It didn’t barge. The Someone from the outside gave up on trying and rang a door bell.

– Who is it? – Amy asked
– It’s me.

Amy recognized the voice. She smiled and opened the door. Gordon was holding a tray with two big paper coffee cups and couple donuts. He looked at the mug Amy was still holding in her hand, smiled widely and asked:

– I actually brought your favorite… Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you up.

All this time Amy was thinking that she was silly, stupid, sad, pathetic, silly and stupid. And sad. And pathetic. She turned around, and almost run to the kitchen.

– Wait, where you’re going?
– I’ll be right there just let me toss the coffee I made, – she yelled with a wide silly smile on her face, getting roses back from a trash can and reaching her hand into it again trying to find a walnut-size drop-shaped crystal.