ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇs 4
"Holiday, hope you enjoyed my bars?" my aunt asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, Aunty Margret," I answered, somewhat hesitant.
I could hear some laughter. "You haven't changed a bit, dear. When you're done, come upstairs; let me show you to your room," she said.
I was already finished. I couldn't wait to see what she had prepared for me. If she could give me chocolate bars for dinner, I wasn't expecting a very nice room.
Walking into the room, I was pleasantly surprised. It had lavender walls with floral patterns, a canopy bed with sheer curtains, and a vanity table. It was a princess-themed room in my favorite color, lavender. I was truly amazed.
"Thank you," I said, sincerely appreciating her efforts.
Patting my back, Aunty Margret replied, "You're my baby," then she walked out, giving
me privacy to explore my room.
"My belongings were arranged neatly. I sat on the bed, feeling the softness of the beddings. I did feel like a princess."
"Ouch!" I screamed, my head clouded with imaginary voices.
"Who is this? Is this someone new? I don't think we need a new one. She's beautiful," was
what I could hear before darkness enveloped me.
"Holiday," I heard my name. I flew my eyes open and saw my aunt with some bags.
I stared at her, trying to collect my thoughts.
"Sleepyhead," my aunt said.
"I'm not a sleepyhead," I defended myself.
Standing up, I walked to the dressing room mirror. I noticed I had dark circles under my eyes, and my physical appearance wasn't at its best.