A Different Morning

     Walking in my room, laying on my bacleny was a man , his hair a crison color.I walked closer to him, he turned his head toward me. His green eyes fucosed on me.

                              "Hey lil sis, Ready to die?" His voice high, a toothy smile played on his face. He pulled out a small knife and threw it at me. Then I blinked awoke in my bed. A cold sweat ran down my back.

                                                    "What a strange dream."I stood up, shaking my head. My black hair careless my fair color face. I looked at the mirror  at my eyes . They were a light gray. Next I open the droors , seeing my jeans and crazy tees. 

                                                           "Life! Downstairs!" A faint call came from down stairs.

                "Coming." I yell back . I tugged on a pair of jeans and a blue tee with a black hoodie.I quickly run downstairs. My footsteps echoed in the hollow home.

                                            My 21-year-old brother Alex. His blue eyes locked on me as I stood next to him. He was taller than me . Alex pulled me into a hug, I ruffled his smooth black hair into a mess. He wore a suit ,oddly manly.

                                                                                        "Where are you going?"I asked ,so rudely.

                     "Work sis."Alex said, grabbing his suitcase. Alex is a lawyer. He went out the door waving.

                      I wave back, then going to sit at the table. Seeing Alex's freshly backed bread. I toe off a piece and ate it. The taste sweet, tender spongey.