Kiyanna Macey

Through Macy’s Eyes

I awake to the aroma of a fresh pot of coffee. A familiar smell. For a moment, it instantly brings me back to a time before. It brings back a memory of me beginning the day. I can literally feel myself walking across the kitchen floor, the cold tile beneath my feet. I open the window shades and instantly feel the warmth and brightness of the sun on my face. While leaning forward and taking in as much sunlight as I can, I feel my locket fall against my chin. I reach up and place my fingers around it, feeling the cool heart-shaped pendant. A gentle reminder. I pop two pieces of bread in the toaster and search the fridge for my favorite strawberry jam. As I’m pouring my coffee, I hear my phone beep. I take a glance and see that Kay is texting about meeting for dinner tonight. We made plans at our favorite Friday nightspot. An Italian restaurant in the heart of the city. But no time to drool over gnocchi. I have a full workday ahead of me. My toast springs out with the perfect amount of crisp. I smear the jam on and take a bite followed by a sip of coffee, but before I take a sip, I’m jolted back. My memory is crushed by the sound of banging on the door.