It was the summer of sixty five and it was the hottest summer San Francisco had seen since 1943. Margret never did well in the heat. She always said that her blood is as cold as her heart and that’s the way that she likes it to be. She did not think right in hot weather. Especially in the unbearable heat in which she was currently residing. Even with help from box fans and open windows it did little to subdue her. She caught herself wondering how much more she could take.
Margret awoke with a sudden jolt, she looked over at her clock and it was 7:25 am. The same time that it was every morning when she would wake. The sun’s rays creeped in through her shades, lighting up the entire room, as if there weren’t any blinds at all. The light from the crisp morning sun was to harsh for her fresh morning eyes to handle. The sunlight on her tidied bedspread reminded her of the half smoked joint left on her coffee table. This realization gave her a reason to get out of bed. The smell of the smoke filled her studio apartment. She decided to make some tea to soothe her throat. She needed to keep her throat at ease so she would not upset her amazing vocal cords. To her this was just another reason to loathe her gift. Margaret wasn’t much of a beauty on her outward appearance. What she lacked in pretty looks she made up for in her rich beautiful voice. This was her own beauty.
Margret knew that she never wanted to have regrets in her life. The thought of wanting to turn your life’s clock back totally repulsed her. She never wanted to identify with that kind of serious regret. She also knew that she was blessed with an amazing gift. The kind of voice that people were envious over. So magnificent that it could possibly make her famous around the world. Her voice as much as it was a gift, she also felt that it was a heavy burden. She knew with a voice like hers that she needed to embrace it and do what she was truly capable of. But something was holding her back.
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