Day 1 Chapter 1
I awoke that morning in a panic, glancing about the room. The bright sunlight streaming from the shaded window quickly dispelled the nightmarish faces that lingered from my unconscious mind. Ah… just another nightmare. Inkli rolled over to face me, resting her pale cheek on the blue satin pillow, her long brown hair, further cushioning her head. She gazed at me briefly, her eyes appearing to have a hard time adjusting to the unwelcome light. She had such beautiful eyes. A simple brown, but they held such emotion and warmth in them, that to me, they might as well have been pages in a book, open to those who could see.
“What time is it Tizzy?” This was her pet name for me, and she was the only one whom I would have allowed to address me as such.
“Couldn’t tell ya darlin, just go back to sleep ok? You need the sleep after last week.”
Her reply was muffled, sleepy, and mostly incomprehensible, but she rolled over, and was quickly asleep again.
It was Saturday, and I had nowhere to be and was in no hurry to push anything onto my agenda that was not necessary. Inkli and I, lived on the fourth floor of a ten story, concept apartment. It was designed mostly as a huge art project. The architecture was completely sound, but also completely illogical. The building itself had been named, “The Maiden”, because of its shape; a smooth hourglass figure. Gazing upon its slender build and clever curves, one would be indeed likely to think of a finely built woman.
Inkli, as you may have guessed, is my girlfriend. My fiancée actually, as I often forget to say. She is my everything. She is my best friend, my fiercest rival, my most devout fan, and when I need it, my most analytical critic. We had been living in this apartment for three years together, and I don’t believe I could have lived for three years together with anyone else in the world but her.
Her name was rightly recorded as “Holli”, but amongst our own communications, I affectionately called her, “Inkli”. The name had no reference or inference. In our very first contact, I had been trying to send her a text message. My dictionary however, did not recognize “Holli” as a word, and instead suggested, “Inkli”. It stuck I guess. Inkli, like myself, was a lone wolf, and as such, we understood each other. She preferred the sanctity of her own mind, as I did. This allowed us a deeper understanding, and also allowed us to recognize when the other needed to be left alone.
