Regina Read Online Free Page B

space for the nightstand, desk, and a small armoire. There
was not enough room to walk, only maneuver. A cozy looking mattress
and yellow bedspread with white sheets called to me. I couldn’t
resist jumping into the bed and letting the softness take me away.
It was like floating on a cloud.
    After my little moment, I sat up on my elbows
and surveyed the room. My dumb phone still didn’t have service so I
couldn’t call Jeff. The tiny window I saw earlier was the one I was
looking at now. I got up and opened the window shade. Sure enough,
I saw the patio below.
    For a second time, I surveyed the size of the
room. Maybe this could work. My laptop would fit perfectly on the
desk, not that there was much room in the first place. The desk
would fit perfectly in front of the window, and I moved it with
ease. I opened the window to let the fresh air in. Thank goodness
the window had a screen, mom warned me about the bugs and
mosquitoes. I positioned my laptop in the right spot and put the
chair in. The desk was cute and the change made the room nice. The
desk and chair were painted white and made from iron like the
bed.
    There was dust on the floor and probably in
the sheets. I shuddered at the thought of getting in them. Cobwebs
hung in the corners and from the armoire. I was too afraid to open
it. Perhaps I should come back to this one later.
    But I had to hang up my clothes!
    Turning around, I gave myself a good ole’ New
York City girl pep talk and opened the double doors to the armoire
before I changed my brave mind. It was empty but for a few dead
insects and cobwebs. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I found the drawers
underneath in the same condition. I breathed out a sigh of relief
and realized I couldn’t sleep in this room unless it was clean. But
the room had potential to be such a cozy place for me. Once I
painted and majorly cleaned, it could be something nice.
    A knock was at my door and I heard dad’s
voice call out. He must have the rest of my things. I took two
steps to open the door.
    “Hey Daddy!” I squealed when I opened the
door.
    “Hey sweetie! Like your room?” He asked with
a grin.
    My poor father. He tried to hide his surprise
but failed miserably. I started to feel bad. I guess I was giving
my parents too hard of a time about coming here and for a funeral
no less. It certainly wasn’t so bad. My dorm room was enormous
compared to this shoe box, but it would work for a little
while.
    “Yes daddy, it’s pretty cool. A little small
but has potential.” I said.
    I told myself to remember my dad’s face when
I wanted to open my mouth and complain about this place. Just
because the house wasn’t so bad doesn’t mean the rest of our stay
here would be.
    “Good! Need some help? I brought up the rest
of your bags and your purse. You left it in the back seat.”
    I looked down at my things. The room needed
to be cleaned first.
    “Thanks daddy. You can leave them there.” I
said pointing to the only open spot.
    “You will be happy to know you have the only
room with a bathroom. Your mother and I have to share your
Grandfather’s.”
    “I have a bathroom?” I asked.
    He shook his head yes and pointed to the
corner of the armoire. The door was so little and hidden, I would
not of seen it unless I moved the armoire or someone pointed it
out. This made me more excited. My own private bathroom!
    “Uh, Dad? I need to touch this room up so I
can be comfortable in here. Do you know where I could find a
vacuum, some cleaner and rags?”
    “No but don’t worry about that now, sweetie.
Are you hungry? Would you like to help me hunt for something to
eat? We have the pie from the diner.”
    How could I tell my dad that all I wanted was
to be by myself with my music and laptop? I had to ease myself into
this situation, by myself. I didn’t want to be with anyone else,
especially my parents. All I wanted was for them to forget about me
while they took care of their business. I wanted this summer to fly
by