I look at the clock beside my bed '4:00 a.m.' it says, "Tomorrow, why does he always say that? We both know I'm not going to open that door." I lay back down and stare at my ceiling, sleep never coming back to take me just yet. "I wonder why it's the same dream?" I say to no one in particular. It's 4 a.m. just who am I going to talk to? I turn to my side and look at the paintings on my wall. One was a camellia flower, a tsubaki flower in Japanese. It has no scent whatsoever but it was one of my favorite flowers. The other was a Nadeshiko flower, I painted it not to long ago out of boredom. But the more I look at it the more I like it. A flower that had plain coloring, can sow itself, and thrives in ordinary soil. It reminded me of myself, I guess that's why my last name is Nadeshiko. I stare at the paintings for another twenty minutes before sitting up in my bed and reaching for a pencil and my sketch pad and start drawing. I start with drawing the man from my dreams, I start to draw his face, then his body, his arms, legs, feet, fingers and last the details. The man he wore a very intricate suit, it had buttons colored a mother-of -pearl white and each one had the kanji for mirai, my name. The suit was colored a royal blue and the cuff links were the same as the buttons. There was a gold chain connected to a golden pocket watch at the pockets and he wore plain black dress shoes. I finished the drawing at laid back down in my bed. I glanced at the clock '5:30 a.m.' just twenty minutes before I usually wake up.
I roll out of bed and go to the bathroom to begin whatever boring day I had. I run the water for the shower and start to undress but when I looked in the mirror I saw something that wasn't there before. On my cheek was a small four-leaf clover shape, the petals were slightly parted making out the individual heart shaped petal and the stem. "Well, this is interesting development. I wonder what else is new?" I step into the shower doing my business and washing the paint off my hands and trying to see if the mark would come off. It doesn't. A sigh escapes my lips and I step out the shower and put on a towel around my petite frame. I walk back from the bathroom adjacent to my room, sit down in front of my mirror and quickly untangle the numerous kinks from my wet hair. When I feel no more knots I finish drying my frame and get dressed for the day. Since it's still summer I have to wear my school's summer uniform which consisted of a short sleeved button down white top, a black tie, a black sailor skirt with white stripes, white tights, and black loafers. When I finished dressing I head downstairs to see that my mother is making breakfast.
"You're up early for once." She says turning around from stove to face me. "Ohayo, Okaa-san." I tell her. She looks at me closely before walking towards me and pausing "What's that on your face?" She grabs my chin and takes a closer look at the four-leaf clover on my face "I don't know, when I woke up it was there and it won't come off. Maybe someone from school did it when I wasn't paying attention." She let go of my chin and walks back to the stove. "Mirai, you seem odd. Is everything ok?" " I'm fine, just tired I guess. Where's Otou-san?" I looked around realizing that he wasn't downstairs. "Still sleep, he was up all night working on a commission for that art gallery in the city." She turns off the stove and gets the dishes ready. After a few minuets she arrives at the table with our breakfast. Since, my dad is Japanese we usually eat a Japanese breakfast consisting of rice, miso soup, grilled fish, tamagoyaki, a couple of nori sheets, umeboshi, and some natto. "Itedakimasu" we both say as we break our chopsticks and begin to eat. "Smells nice." We both turn and see my dad "Ohayo, Otou-san." I say "Ohayo Mirai, Josette." He walks to the kitchen and grabs his food before joining us at the table. "So, I'm going to assume you woke up early because I didn't hear your mother yelling at you in French." I smile at this. "I wonder why she picked a stud like you, tubby." I tell him jokingly. My mother and father met in a art museum in France. She was fresh out of college and was with her friends on a job search and he was there on business with his first client. One glance at each other and instant match. After getting enough money from a job at a café in France, she flew out there with the small amount of Japanese she knew, moved in with him, got married, and had me. A typical romance really but it's pretty amazing to think about. "So Mirai, what's up with the clover?" He ask. "It was there when I woke up and it won't come off." He stared at me and ask "Are you sure you're not going through a phase?" We laugh and finish our food with bits of small talk here and there. "Mirai, it's time to go." My mother tells me. I stand up, stack my dishes, and put them in the sink. As I walk to the door, I pick up my school bag, hug my parents and walk out the door. "This is going to be one boring day." I pause and lift a hand to my cheek, feeling where the mark is. "Or maybe not."