I Belong to Them

White...Everywhere

The cab driver steered forward, and halted at what looked to be a drop-off area, the ones which are actually U-turns onto the main road. My eyes bulged as they made contact with the monstrous, brown and beige building. In it other word, the thing was huge - definitely more than three stories high. Considering the width, I would say it resembled more toward a mansion than a building. Maybe a condo? Yet mansions aren't supposed to be that tall, are they? Not that I've ever physically seen one, I thought, rolling my eyes. 

               I watched as mom stiffly pulled herself out of the car and began to unload her things from the cab's trunk. Moving to do the same,  I yawned and rubbed my sore rear end. Once I collected all of my stuff and shut the trunk, the cab driver sped away. 

               I was leaning on one of my suitcases when my mom said, "Come on, honey, we have to get settled in."

                Warily eyeing the monstrosity in front of me,  I hoped that it  had an elevator, or that where I'm located is on the lower floor. With a sigh of resignation, I took hold of two suitcase handles, one in each hand.I looked back at the one which remained and contemplated that I would come back for it. I didn't feel like wrestling with heavy luggage. Once I looked forward, I noticed my mother was already going through the entrance. I quickly hustled after her, but all was done in vain. As soon as I set foot inside, I saw an elevator not to far away, doors sliding closed, and mom shouting, "Meet me on the fourth floor, sweetheart."  

               "Guess you're on your own, Crystal," I breathed out a sigh.  I'm not eve acquainted with the route, and what does she do? She leaves me to fend for my own. I wonder what is so important, and what's got her so rushed that she can't wait for her own daughter.  I walked up next to the elevator, propped my suitcases against the wall, and waited for the elevator to come back down.  I looked around the lavishly decorated lobby, which was completely void of people, even at the huge mahogany desk that was a little bit beyond the  tinted glass doors. 

               The elevator behind me finally dinged, notifying me that it was present. I pressed the button, and waited for the elevator doors to slide open. As they did, I rolled my suitcases into it, pressed the button with the "four" placed on it, and waited for the elevator to close and take me to my destination.  The elevator stopped and I stepped out, hauling my things along with me.  I paused when I noticed there were  three different doors, two on the right side of the hall, and only one on the other. I walked forward, and halted my procession at the arrival of the first door, of the two on the right. I peered at the the gold letters, written closely together, in the most attractive calligraphy. They spelled out "Mr.Sutton."

               I proceeded onto to the closest door, which was the one on the left. " Miss Calleman" was spelled out in lavender and cursive writing, upon a white door. I raised my right hand to give the door a firm knock, but once my knuckles connected with the door, it slid about a feet open. 

               I heard my mom's laughter, and trained my eyes to where the sound was coming from.  "Knocking on an open door, you silly goose," she chuckled at me. My jaw slacked open as I took in the lavish decoration of the living room and kitchen. It was so pretty.  The walls were painted the most gorgeous shade of light blue, all the furniture was black, with white decors upon them and a large white sofa. 

               My eyes slid to the kitchen once more, and I could feel myself involuntarily quiver with laughter. There stood my mom, with two ham sandwiches on a plate, which was placed on the island. She abandoned me, and left me on my own, for food! This woman is something else. I lugged the things I packed along,  looking expectantly at my mother. 

               "Oh, your bedroom is down the hall to the left," she announced with a bright smile on her face. 

                I followed her directions, noticing all the beautiful decoration along the way, and came to a halt in front of a closed white door. My suitcases became harder to pull, and I felt my eyes start to droop a little.  The weight of traveling was finally crashing down on me. I opened the door and stepped in. My eyes became as large as saucers, glancing around the room in amazement.  There was a queen size bed between two large windows. The linen, duvet, and pillow cases were all the same pale, yet shiny and beautiful white.  There were two medium-sized drawers, one on each side of the bed. Their height reached just under the clear glass windows.  I also took in a desk, drawers, and a white swivel chair. I did.'t even know they made white swivel chairs! 

               I noticed my reflection in the ceiling to floor, mirror, encased in a white wooden frame. Yikes! With jeans a a t-shirt, I can confidently say that I am not looking my best. My curly black hair looks frizzy. I peered up at the ceiling, when a hint of glinting caught my eye in the mirror. I felt a gasp catch in my throat. It was a sparkling popcorn ceiling,  but what caught my surprise and admiration was the heart that was curved into it.  Wow, the person who designed all of the went all out. Cutos to whoever that was.

               There was a door across from the mirror, and my curiosity and piqued interest got the best of me.  I opened the door to reveal a luxurious bathroom. The walk in shower was beckoning me, calling and tempting me in every way. A shower and nap sounds like a God sent blessing. 

               The bathroom was a step-down-into with clear glass surrounding it. Every thing was white. Is that the theme here, or something? There were toothbrushes in the holder. This person, or people, went all out. I glanced at the window and cupboard and raised an eyebrow. Just maybe...

               I opened and cupboard, and smiled as I saw that my inkling was accurate. There was lotion, deodorant, conditioner, shampoo, razors, and a note taped to the back of the cupboard.

Just to get you started dear - Mrs.Sutton

P.S. There are three different type of tampons and pads. I don't know which you prefer, your mother didn't feed me that information.  

               She drew a little smiley face at the bottom if the note. Awww, what a sweet lady.  Mrs. Sutton? She must be the wife of the Mr.Sutton, whose name I saw on a door earlier. 

               My eyes started to slant down on their own. The rest of my day should be spent in bed.I descended to go collect my remaining suitcase, took a quick shower, donned on sweatpants and a t-shirt, then tucked myself in on the comfy bed.