Forgetting is Easier ~*~ [Attilla]
@adella-the-idyllic
The calendar said March 14.
Attina’s heart said: Adella’s birthday.
So, Attina got out of bed for the first time in three days. She got out of bed and felt the soreness in her legs as she wandered down the stairs. The light was pouring in from the sunshine outside. She stood in one of the beams and looked down at her toes and the chipped nail polish there.
Attina’s nail polish was never chipped.
She stared at it, as one stared at clouds in the sky, and tried to make shapes out of the fragments. There was a crown. There was a demon with red eyes and teeth. There was a heart.
Attina moved into the kitchen, hoping that they had all the ingredients that she needed for white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies. They should. Attina had stocked up a week ago--a lifetime ago--knowing that Adella’s birthday was coming and that she would be baking cookies.
It was just luck that she had been planning on doing it at home. Roping Alana in to teach her, and Ariel to lick the spoon.
So, yes, all the ingredients were there.
Attina went through the step by step by step process--dry ingredients, wet ingredients, set the oven, stir. She did this all without music. Mindless, as robotic as one could be with baked goods. She had pulled her mother’s recipe book down off its dusty shelf, since she had taken her own handwritten copies to her own house. So, she read her mother’s curling script, but she did not think about mothers at all.
When the door opened, it was the exact person she’d been hoping to see. She was just, in that moment, taking the cookies out of the oven.
“Happy birthday,” she said with less enthusiasm than usual--but with a smile nonetheless. “I made your favourite.”
