A Promise Is A Promise
The room was ridiculously cold and my skin was damp against the sheets. No matter how extreme the temperature, I am addicted to the calming lull of the air conditioner as I sleep. It’s what they call my “white noise.” The afternoon sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds as its rays snuck in through the blinds. The muscles in my neck and shoulders were throbbing. I was still trying to get used to my awkward dorm room bed. A muffled voice traveled through the paper-thin brick wall and the sound of familiar music took center stage in my dreams. At first, I was pissed off because my new neighbor was interrupting my precious nap, but I soon realized that I had a ...view middle of the document...
Before I had the chance to look up at the silver sky, the clouds exploded like champagne flowing over the edge of a bottle. Renee grabbed my hand, and we darted off as fast as our little legs could run. As I hopped into the middle of the backseat, the scent of the brand new car continued to saturate my already moist pores. I felt safe and content. Jay Dee was a single mom and Renee an only child, and they seemed to be more like giggly girlfriends rather than mother and daughter. As a duo, they had an electric energy unlike anyone else I knew. And when I was around, they welcomed me into their own little world.
After some small talk about our day at school, Jay Dee turned up the volume on the radio. She and Renee started singing along to a song that I had never heard before. So, I just sat back and listened. They belted out the words as if they were the ones who wrote the lyrics. After she noticed I wasn’t joining in on the fun, Jay Dee apologized for repeating the same song. I didn’t mind though. The melody was upbeat and soothing. She explained that they listened to the same song over and over again until they got tired of it. It mesmerized me how a mother and daughter could be so unique. By the end of the car ride, I knew the words well enough to sing at the top of my lungs with my best friend and her mom. I awoke from my afternoon nap just as the sunset was accenting the bashful stars that were hiding behind the broad, arched palm trees. That dream refreshed my memory on what it was like to be part of a friendship that was always optimistic and carefree.
September 6, 2004
A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS
After returning to reality, I slowly put together the impatient pieces of my homework. The pulsating ring of my cell phone easily broke my weak concentration. I was pleased to find Renee on the other end. It’s hard to believe that we managed to stay in touch after all these years. She proceeded to update me on her life back in little old Crown Point, Indiana. I got a mental image of the petite girl I used to know with short blond hair and round glasses. Her eyes were chocolate covered like mine. She had been through some tough times this past summer, so I was very pleased to hear she was working a steady job and had plans to further her education. Renee didn’t go to college, so I filled her in on all of my experiences at Florida State University. It hit me with full force that we were all grown up now. That realization depressed me. I gave her details about the freedom of communal living, the cute boys at the fraternity parties, and the optional classes that were few and far between. She was so interested in my life that we began to make plans for her to come visit me in Tallahassee. It reminded me of when we used to plan our sleepovers. I was going to be visiting my family in Indiana sometime in November, so we decided to finalize her trip to Florida when we could sort out the details in person. I missed her more than ever. We...