I rested the phone on my chest as I looked at the time. It was only 4:02pm, I wanted to wait till 4:33 to call her. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. I could still feel the high from previously smoking with Abdul. My toes felt tingly and while lying down on the bed it felt like I was laying down on a cloud. Though I have never laid down on a cloud before, and probably never will. Tis was just an analogy. Why did people do that though I began to think to myself. Why is it that when people wanted to give an example or an analogy of something they would always use something that was out of this world and could not be understood except only by experience. Like for example, me right now thinking that I was so high that it felt like I was lying down on a cloud. How can that be understood? No one in the world has ever laid down on a cloud before and never will. So how is it that by me thinking that it felt like I was lying down on a cloud synonymized how I was feeling from my high? What an odd way to delineate my feelings. Oh well.
I then started thinking about my conversation with Jerry. He said that I looked like “Tobi” in the face, a wide grin spread across my face and I began to laugh as my eyes were closed. Why was he so hell bent on claiming his name was Kunta Kinte, all he had to do was say that his name was Tobi and the white dude would’ve stopped whipping him.
“YOUR NAME IS TOBI.” The white slave master said.
“What’s your name?” He asked him.
“KUNTA... KINTE” He replied.
“WHIP! WHIP!” The slave master whipped his back. He was about to die. Just say your name is Tobi damn, it’s not worth losing your life over. If I was getting whipped like that I would tell him my name was “LEWIS.” Or whatever he said my name was. If it was going to make him stop whipping him. I’m at your service master, just don’t whip me no more!
And the sound that the whip made as it hit his back was very loud, just the sound of it made me cringe in pain. That jawn was like “WHOOSH!” I thought to myself.
What time was it now? I picked up my phone from my stomach and looked at the time, 4:15pm. Ok cool, 18 more minutes and I would call her. What to do until then? I closed my eyes again and rested the phone back on my chest. I started thinking about the sausages I made for Cecilia, they suddenly seemed appetizing to me, I could’ve just made some for myself and ate it, I don’t know why I was thinking about them now. I chuckled to myself. “Munchies creeping in.” I thought to myself. I got up from the bed, plugged my phone to the outlet on the side of my bed and went to Cecilia’s room. She had her legs up as she was laying down on her stomach watching TV.
“What you doing?” I asked her, shocking her.
She suddenly turned her head towards me and she saw me, then she calmed down.
“Don’t scare me like that JASON! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” She said.
“How I’m supposed to knock if your door all the way open?” I asked her contemptuously.
She looked at me and squinted her eyes. “What do you want?” She asked me.
“Umm… Why do I have to want something? I can’t just come in and say hi to my beautiful baby sister?” I replied.
“I ate all the sausages Jason.” She said.
Damn it! I thought to myself. I then left her room and closed her door for her. I went downstairs to the kitchen, these munchies were really getting to me and I had to fill my stomach up ASAP.
I opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. There weren’t really any snacks inside there, just a bunch of raw uncooked food. I sighed, all hope was lost for me. Then behind the milk I saw it. “APPLE JUICE!” I thought to myself. I absolutely loved apple juice. I took it out the fridge and poured some into an orange cup I got from the counter in the kitchen. I then began to climbed up the stairs as I was very meticulous as not to spill the juice while going up the stairs. I then went back to my little sister’s room. There was only one thing missing that would greatly compliment the apple juice I was getting ready to drink. This time I made sure to knock.
“COME IN.” She said aloud.
I opened the door and came inside her room. “I know you got some Oreos, where they at?” I said to her.
She kept her eyes fixed on the television. Then she drew her hand back from underneath her pillow to the bed, I thought that she was reaching to get the Oreos I had asked her for, my heart leapt.
Then she grabbed her remote control and turned the volume up on her TV. My heart sank.
“They’re in my top drawer.” She said.
YESS! I thought to myself.
“Only take one Jason.” She said.
“I got you.” I said, as I proceeded to the location of her drawer. I opened it up and saw some underwear and on the side there were five packs of Oreos. She was an Oreo lover just like I was. I grabbed three and stuffed them in my pockets. Then I began to head for the door.
“I only got two, I mean one, I only got one. You want me to close the door?” I said to her.
“Yes please, thank you.” She said. Her eyes were still fixed on the TV.
I rushed out her room and closed the door just like she wanted me.
I left her room with a wide smile spread across my face. “YESS!” I thought to myself. I had succeeded in my mission; my munchies were going to be satisfied.
I walked fast to my bedroom door and closed it, before Cecilia could open her drawer and saw that I had took 75% of all the Oreos that she had.
I put the cup of apple juice on the table on the side of my bed and then I jumped on my bed and reached in my pocket and grabbed the Oreos I had illicitly taken from my little sister’s room. I put them on the bed and began to open one.
There they was, 6 pieces of Oreos with a dark colored cover with a creamy core on the inside. My mouth began to salivate as I stared at the goodness that God had created.