Thread: The Years After The Dream (The_Idol_Inside_Me and malin)

The alarm's crude beeping woke Robin from her peaceful slumber, forcing reality to take the place of sweet dreams about a perfect life. She reached out from her bed to turn off this very handy, but rather brutal function of her cell. She tossed back the little device onto the nightstand and looked at the ceiling. She was an early bird for as long as she could remember. When she was a little kid she would annoy her parents to no end by going to sleep rather early and in the meantime forcing them to be silent lest they wake her only to be up and running before a rooster would even look at the horizon in search of the first rays of light. Those days were over now and she lived with only her father in a not too spacious apartment, as opposed to the old days, when they were one happy family, living the American Dream complete with white fences and all. In an ironic way it was very similar to a real dream, waking from it could ruin a person's day, or in this case weeks, months, and for some unlucky fellows even years. Robin considered herself rather lucky in this regard, the divorce didn't affect her as much as it did with other people. Sure, she loved her mother and she was grateful to her for having given birth to her, but Robin also knew that she could a pain in the ass and that she had to work hard not to become like her, some things ran in her blood whether she wanted it or not. The young 18 year old girl kicked off the sheet that got entangled with her legs after a few stressful tries and stood up. The blue tint of the sky revealed that the sun was already coming up and with no clouds in the vicinity it looked to be a promising day. This cheered up Robin, she loved basking in sunlight, her tan obviously a telling sign of this favored hobby of hers. She changed into her purple tracksuit her sleeping attire consisting of a pair of panties and an old t-shirt and sneaked out of the apartment as quietly as possible to avoid waking her father who was still sleeping and hopefully would be at least until the time she came back. She also had her iPhone last year's birthday present from her loving father that she used to listen to music and to the weather forecast to know what to expect during the afternoon should she wish to go someplace. The chilly morning air helped her wake up, an effective and less addictive method than drinking coffee. The traffic was minimal yet, some other people jogging, Robin even recognized a blond woman whom she had often seen in the park that was close to the apartment she resided in. An old man was walking his dog, and some poor souls were already commuting to work, probably underpaid and overworked from the looks on their faces. Having finished her morning exercise, Robin returned home and occupied the bathroom. She had a quick shower being careful not get her hair wet, while it barely reached her shoulders, it was still a pain in the ass to dry it and washed her teeth. She placed a clean towel on the stand for her father and put on her casual outfit for while she was home. A pair of denim hot pants with a light blue thong underneath, sporting a purple tank-top and light blue bras as well. Her father's room was still quiet, so she decided to give the kitchen a visit. Unlike her mother she couldn't cook. At all. It was a very painful revelation that hit both her and her dad when they started living together. By now they could laugh it off, but the first few weeks were terrible and they survived on junk food alone. She made some coffee and turned her attention towards the cereal box. Even she could add milk to a bowl without triggering a devastating catastrophe in the neighborhood. When her father finally showed up, she greeted him without a smile, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, she simply didn't smile very often. Morning dad, made you some coffee. She gestured towards the still hot black liquid that should put him in gear.