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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 14, 10:41:15pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Writer's Block 393+" on Friday, September 03, 03:32:46pm
The sun was out and the temperatures were warm, but not hot. There was a slight breeze in the air as it was that time between summer and fall that it seemed to be both seasons but not one over the other. There was lots of traffic on the street and lots of boys were riding down the street on their beaten up bikes and some girls jumping rope across the busy street. There was no park in the area, but the steps were clean enough.
“Hush-a-bye don't you cry… Go to sleep-y, little baby,” she sang to the tattered red-haired doll that she had placed underneath a towel on the step. She didn’t have a cradle for her doll. She was lucky to just have the doll that the old woman across the hallway had given to her a couple weeks ago.
“Nikita? Nikita, where are you?” the voice of her mother shouted out and looking up the stairs, Nikita inched closer to her doll. “When you wake you shall have… All the pretty little horses…”
The door yanked open and there was a loud groan. “There you are you maddening girl.”
“Shh… the baby is sleeping,” Nikita lifted a finger to her lips and her mother slammed the door. Nikita dropped her eyes and rubbed her hand against the towel trying to comfort the doll in a way that she never had. “Blacks and bays, dapple grays,… Coach and six white horses…”
“Girl, you don’t have any time to be singing to no doll. You need to be in there cleaning the kitchen!” Roberta huffed as she leaned forward. Nikita looked at her mother and swallowed as she picked up her doll, afraid that Roberta was going to throw it away if she got her hands on it.
“Hush-a-bye don't you cry…. Go to sleep-y, little baby…” Nikita rocked the doll as she quivered looking up at her mother.
“You have to grow up! You have no father and I don’t have any time to play with you. You’ll never want to have children… not after this life…” Roberta yanked the door open and looked at Nikita. “Get to your chores, girl.”
“I want to put the baby to sleep,” Nikita spoke up as she entered the dungy apartment. Nikita turned towards her bedroom to be pulled back. “I said do your chores,” Roberta hissed. Nikita jerked away and stepped away. “No.”
“No?” Roberta roared as she lurched forward. The doll was out of Nikita’s hands and Nikita jumped. “Momma! That’s mine!”
“You think you like babies now… believe me… babies will hate you… you’ll never be good enough for one… women like us… from where we are… we shouldn’t have children… I should have learned that lesson…” Roberta turned and opened the window and tossed the doll outside. Nikita ran to the door to go out to the alley to get her doll. “You go outside right now, Nikita… you won’t be sleeping in this apartment tonight.”
Nikita yanked the door and retrieved her doll, which landed in a large puddle. Nikita tried to dry the doll off with her shirt as best as she could before walking back into the building.
And to find the door to the apartment locked tight.
“Please… let me in…” Nikita whispered in her sleep. Michael sat up and turned the light on. He looked at Nikita’s face and finally reached over and touched her face. “Kita… I’m here… wake up, please.”
Nikita turned her head towards Michael and quickly opened up her eyes. Nikita took a few deep breathes and rubbed her face while Michael eased his hands away. Nikita exhaled. “What a dream…”
“About?” Michael inquired and Nikita shifted in the bed. She paused and Michael reached down and pulled her up into his arms. “I was young… I had a doll… my mom threw her outside…”
“And?” Michael asked and Nikita sighed. “She said awful things, Michael.”
“I hope nothing that you believe,” Michael knowingly spoke. Nikita blinked her eyes. “What did I exactly say in my sleep?”
“Nothing much… but I could tell it was something bothering you,” Michael whispered as he stroked her face. “You haven’t had a dream about her in a long time.”
“Maybe it’s a sign of something?” Nikita questioned as she tried to grin. Maybe she was dreaming about her mother because she was going to be a mother herself. Nikita, when she was awake, didn’t believe anything that her mother had told her when she was young. Nikita knew that it didn’t matter who her mother was – she was going to be a good mother. She would never want to just throw her child away like Roberta had made it sound like.
“You are shivering, Kita,” Michael spoke as he rubbed Nikita’s arms. “Are you sure you are ok?”
“Yeah,” Nikita nodded her head up and down. “I’m fine because I have you.”
Michael continued to rub at Nikita until it was clear that she had warmed up from the chill that had taken over her body. “You went to sleep early tonight… I don’t want you to be doing too much, Kita.”
“The girls started back to camp… I’ve had to play mediator between Oak and Carla… and I had a meeting with Michelle about the book. It was the first time it felt like I did work in a long time,” Nikita explained as she snuggled into Michael’s arms. “And there may be other reasons why I’m tired.”
“It sounds like a lot to do… and I didn’t think the book was going to be moving so quickly,” Michael replied as he worried about mentioning that he had a punch list of things that needed to be done at their new house so they could possibly move into several of the rooms over the weekend. It sounded as if Nikita had enough to handle.
“I guess they don’t want to lose the popularity of the game that was on the internet. There are still people posing as us in places… we were walking across that bridge in Sydney this morning,” Nikita chuckled gently. “And I don’t have too much to do with it. Just the forward and a small chapter about what we did do.”
“We did a lot that better not end up in a book,” Michael warned and Nikita turned and kissed Michael’s lips. “I don’t write that stuff any longer.”
Michael nodded his head and shifted to turn the light back off. “We have a couple hours before breakfast… if you want to go there.”
“We have too,” Nikita replied back gently. “We didn’t go to the campfire tonight.”
“We don’t have to do everything at camp, Kita,” Michael reminded her as he rubbed her arms and shifted both of them back down to their pillows.
“I know,” Nikita replied smoothly. “But I like it.”
Michael felt Nikita settle down on him and he could see that she was ready to go back to sleep. He kissed the back of Nikita’s neck and allowed her to go back to sleep. At least the nightmare was over for now.
All other things can wait for another day to address.
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