єуєѕ ωι∂є αωαкє, ησ ѕυ¢н тнιηg αѕ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg
тнє ѕ¢яєαмѕ ℓινє ση, є¢нσιηg ιηѕι∂є му нσℓℓσω нєα∂
ƒℓαѕнιηg ℓιgнтѕ, ƒℓαяιηg ƒα¢єѕ, ѕριηηιηg ѕριηηιηg ѕριηηιηg.
єуєѕ ωι∂є αωαкє, вυт ιт ηєνєя ѕтσρѕ
ℓινιηg ιη αη єνєя gσιηg ηιgнтмαяє.
єуєѕ ωι∂є αωαкє, ∂αякηєѕѕ ιѕ тнє єηєму
¢αη'т вℓιηк, ¢αη'т ѕℓєєρ, ¢αη'т єѕ¢αρє ƒяσм тнє
мємσяу.
αη∂ ωнσ ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ѕανє мє ƒяσм ωнαт ησ
ℓσηgєя єχιѕтѕ؟
Sunlight finally showed itself after what seemed like the longest, darkest night in history. Ryan woke up with the same thoughts pretty much every day- so no big deal. She took advantage of the light spilling into her room and the safety net that superficially guarded her from non-sense fears and superstitions. After a few hours she awoke, not exactly refreshed. The sun had risen, and she slept the few extra acceptable hours with day light. But now it was time to move on. She purposefully climbed out of the loft style bed leaving the blankets and sheets piled up like a familiar nest on her down filled mattress.
The desk below was decorated with pictures and post cards of foriegn places that she dreamed of. No pictures of friends cluttered the space, no pictures of freckle faced, frizzie haired, awkward childhood friends. She couldn't remember the last time she had a real friend. So dreams of far away, mysitical lands replaced any need for those charming, squinty-eyed photos. The laptop was in sleep mode and the soft buzzing sound was interupted with her brothers cry for food. Oh. Brother.
Her room was rather large, but pretty plain. Like a room you pull out of a magazine, nothing personal, just feminine touches and accent mirrors and what not. The light pink paint was subtle and everything else just sort of blended in a whirl of superficial beauty. Nothing mattered, not the tall white loft bed, not the insanely organized desk below, not the french doors that led to a useless balcony, not the vanity on the other side of the room, and not the closet. They were neither treasured nor despised by Ryan- she was absolutely apathetic. And her views on the rest of the world outside of this room cooresponded appropriately.
She walked over to the windowed french doors and unlocked them, as if now the sun was out her paranoid feelings dissapated. She turned slightly and caught her messy reflection in the mirror of the vanity. Her over sized and god-only-knows-how-old UCLA sweater hit her higher than mid thigh, and the sleeves hid her hands. Her feminine little boxer shorts peeked out. The cute little piggies painted a faint smile that lasted on seconds on her pale face.
Her dark long hair was piled up ontop of her head, falling out of the bun in messy, stringy ringlets. Who was there to impress anyway? After only a few minutes of being out of bed the morning pee became super necessary and her stomach begged for an egg sandwich. She headed out the door- and with in five minutes she joined her sibblings downstairs in the kitchen.
"Hey guys." She said flatly. Personally, she felt closest to Dallas, out of any of the other siblings. She felt like she could always open up to her little sister, and she always laughed when she was with her. And Ryder and she did have a special connection, the oldest kids in the house and being twins meant they hit each mile stone together, and experienced each new addition together, and when Ryan felt jealous about Jay or whatever, Ryder was her faithful friend. Out of all of her siblings, she had a particular distaste for Jay. It was most likely provoked out of jealousy, but Jay was just super annoying. She almost couldn't stand to be in the same room. Ryan knows it's not cool to think about your sister like that, but no one is perfect. Darren was just... Darren. She related to him in some ways and in other ways she just didn't understand- but he was cool. No where near as annoying as Jay. "Oh, Dallie- what'cha doing later on? I rented a movie last night and didn't really get a chance to watch it yet and I have to return it by seven."
