𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 | 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗏.
I fluttered my eyelashes open as I woke up from my nap. I still feel kinda sleepy. I was starting to fall asleep again until my phone rang. I swear people call me at the worst times. I lifted my upper body and leaned over and picked up my phone. I looked at the contact name and pressed the “accept call” and put the phone to my ear. “Hello?“. “Were you sleeping?,” my dad said on the other line. “Yes?“. “Why?“.
“Because I was tired...,” I said. “Because you never go to bed at night. You’re always on that phone and never do anything around the house,” he said. “Your room is always messy and you never cook anything. You’re a woman. You’re gonna grow up and get married so you have to know how to cook,” he continued.
“I want you to get out of bed and do something productive, do you hear me?“. “Yes,“. I looked over to see Amira snickering. I took the pillow and threw it at her face, and she flipped me off. “Bye,” he said and hung up the phone. “Can’t even take a nap in this house”. I got up from my bed and took a quick shower. I walked back to my room and put on comfy clothes. I opened up my laptop and logged into Classroom. I played controlla by idealism and got a few small assignments done.
I closed my laptop and went downstairs. I noticed my mom still hadn’t come back but I figured she would be back soon. Why did I come down here? I was trying to remember my reason for coming downstairs when the doorbell rang. Since Amira was home, it was fine for me to check it. I opened the door to see a tall dark-skinned woman with a bright smile. “Hello. Is your mom here?,” she asked me with a serene voice. “Uh no. She’s out. Do I know you...?” I said, politely.
“No. But me and your mom met a couple days ago. I’m assuming you’re her daughter” she said, reaching her hand out. “Yea. I’m Monique,” I said, shaking her hand. “Beautiful name. I just came here to thank your mom for welcoming me into the neighborhood. You think you could let her know when she gets back?” she smiled. “Of course. I’ll let her know when she gets back,” I said, returning the smile. “Thank you. Nice meeting you. See you tomorrow,” she said, stepping off the porch.
“Bye,” I said, shutting the door. “Who was that?” Amira asked me. “A neighbor,” I said. “Oh”. “Yup”. I walked back to the room and threw myself on the bed, for what seemed like the 400th time today. I decided I would go to bed as soon as my mom came back because even though I took a nap earlier, I still felt drained. I just daydreamed and listened to Amira ranting about her day.
Apparently she was in a good mood because some racist and misogynistic man, Limbaugh I think?, had passed away. “I don’t even feel bad for him. He can burn in hell for all I care,” she said. “Say astaghfirullah...,” I said. “No”. “Oh my...” I said. “No you don’t understand. This man said that if a woman is getting an abortion, she should die too. Like the baby isn’t alive...?,” she ranted. “Ayo?,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly,” she said.
“Well damn. I don’t feel bad for him either. Tough,” I said. Then I heard the front door open. “I’m back,” I heard my mom yelling from downstairs. Me and Amira both went downstairs. “Hi mommy,” we both said. “Hello. Did you guys eat?” she said. “Yea,” I said. “I ate at school,” Amira said. “I’m going to sleep mommy, good night,” I said. “Why are you going to bed this early?” she asked me. “Because I’m tired”. “Okay. Good night,” she said. “Good night. Where’s Ilyasa?”
“Huh?” she said. “What?” I said. “After school said they would bring him back,” she said. “Oh okay,” I said. “Good night,” I said, walking up the stairs. I went up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I went back to my room and tied my braids into a bun. I plugged in my laptop and my phone and set my alarm for 6:00 am.
I didn’t even check my messages or social media. Just dropped everything and laid down. Then Amira came into the room. “Can I turn off the light?” she asked me, setting the container where she stores her retainer on the dresser. I just hummed signaling to her that it was okay. She got under her blanket right next to me and we talked in the dark. “Man today Dad was just going off on me about “you’re a woman, you have to know how to cook” like sir...” I said. “Can’t believe our parents are misogynistic,” she said. “For real” I said. “Well maybe we should grow dicks,” she said, nonchalantly.
I started wheezing and she joined me. “IF YOU PEOPLE DON’T GO TO SLEEP,” my mom yelled from downstairs. We both immediately shut our mouths. “Well good night, Amira,” I said. “Good night,” she said. Amira was a quick sleeper so in less than five minutes, I heard her deep snoring.
I was just thinking about random things when I heard a moan. I held my breath in so I could hear clearly and realized Amira was moaning in her sleep. Not constantly but on and off. I slapped my hand over my mouth so no one would hear me wheezing. I then grabbed my phone from the nightstand and frantically looked for the “voice recordings” app.
I put the microphone close to Amira and recorded her moans. “Damn she must be gettin’ that good good” I whispered over the video. Wait till she sees this... I listened to the recording which made me start laughing again. I saved the recording then set my phone back on the nightstand. I went back to my thinking until my eyelids started getting heavy. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and I finally stopped fighting my fate as I fell into slumber.
𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒
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