What was the first thing a woman did when she got home? That's right! Take off her bra! And with it, my floral dress flew carelessly to the floor, which I slipped out of as soon as the door clicked shut.
I was more than dead! I hadn't been awake for such a long time. Not that I regretted it - not at all. But it had been several years since my last half-asleep night.
I disappeared into my cozy and soft retreat, threw on my pink negligee and the thin blanket and snuggled into my pillow. Even though I wanted to close my eyes immediately, I unfortunately had to turn my tired attention back to my cell phone.
As I had been horrified to discover earlier that my last visit to my parents was more than six months ago, I had to put the phone call with my two least favorite people at the top of my daily schedule.
And the best way to do this? By setting my alarm clock to wake up at the same time as the world's most over-punctual early risers.
Not that I didn't count punctuality among my qualities, but with them it had been far more exaggerated.
So I set my alarm clock and put it back on my bedside table. I yawned again, tears welling up in my eyes from sheer exhaustion, and not a minute later I let my sleep carry me off into the world of dreams.
Completely startled, I was immediately torn from my deep sleep by the ringing of the fucking nuisance known as an alarm clock. I hastily sat up bolt upright in my bed and let myself be dazzled by the brightly lit display of my cell phone while I was still completely sleepy, before I switched off this annoying bomb attack.
Jesus, who came up with this crap about getting up at certain times? Oh, myself. Because I had taken the pleasure of calling my beloved parents... There was nothing better...
Still fully suspended in the land of dreams, I stretched extensively and caught a few rays of sunlight through the drawn dark blue curtains, which were already bathing my room in a warm morning light. By God, I was still dead tired. It was definitely too late last night. But I couldn't possibly interrupt this wonderful experience. I didn't, but I didn't like the receipt for it at all. I fell back into my pillow and pulled the blanket up high under my nose.
I still had a few minutes left.
Which didn't mean I could close my eyes again, because I certainly wouldn't have woken up so quickly from this sleep, but at least I could now scrape together my thoughts and sentences for my upcoming phone call. And then it came over me in an instant. That queasy feeling in my stomach.
I didn't like talking to my parents on the phone at all. Even though I never spent more than a minute chatting with them, it was definitely not one of my favorite things to do. I wonder what they would say to me if I mentioned the late visit? I didn't even want to imagine it. To be honest, I had never made this mistake before. It promised to be exciting.
But to open the door straight away and point out that I wanted to bring Satoru with me? And for two nights? I usually only ever stayed one night. But it was also too bad that I couldn't have clarified this with a message. But more than a 'Hi, how are you? I'm fine' was never possible. And even that was too much, it was more of a sporadic message than genuine interest.
I would have liked to have taken a hotel to stay in each time - the less time with them, the better it was for me, but Satoru decided last night that we would stay in my girls' room.
Well, yes. The call had to be made first.
It was best to call with 'yo, here's your troubled daughter who needs to visit you again, so I'll come the weekend after next with one or mine' ... Oh, crap. Who should I have called Satoru?
That night last night...
It had meant a lot to me. Not only our conversations throughout the evening, but also the fact that we had become closer. But well, I couldn't make more of him than just a friend. At least not in front of my parents. Breathing in heavily and sighing just as much, I sat up and gave myself a more alert look in the closet mirror.
Oh shit - what did I look like!
My lilac-colored hair was also celebrating more than it should have during the night, as it had died in all directions.
"Tell me, how soundly did I sleep? I've never looked like this before," I mused to myself and untangled the disheveled party look on my head before picking up my phone again.
But now back to the unpleasant topic - the phone call.
Would I rather call my father or my mother? The end result was always the same. The two of them were more than a well-coordinated team. They were practically two bodies with one brain, one mouth and one opinion and emotional state.
Even Siamese twins had more privacy and opinions of their own than the...
Phew. Why had it been so difficult with them?
I scrolled to the last call entry, which was for my mother, and dialed her number, rolling my eyes. It rang and rang again before she immediately picked up.