Katy Katy. …. she kept whispering with a soft voice until I started to open my eyes to her face leaning over me with her black hair tied loosely, her gaze as cold but determined until I realised this was important (to her)..I rubbed my eyes and got up quickly,
“You need to go now quick before the wardens come” I gingerly begged why can’t the boys go or Georgie, Im so tired, please’ I knew it would have no effect, it always fell on deaf ears with her I dragged myself up searching the room for my clothes, over on a chair near the dressing table. I pulled my small blue jeans on over my pyjamas all bunched up round my bum and hips, buttoned them up and then grabbed my sweatshirt with ‘Smitty did it’ over my pyjama top .
She called to me, “you need to take the keys and put these in the boot”.
The room was dimly lit with the early morning light trying to creep through the heavy lined curtains and the smell of sleeping teenagers hanging in the air made me green. The sound of breathing and snoring and deep sleep.
Still rubbing my eyes I took the keys and with that she handed me the brown old leather suitcase. I knew what was in there and it was heavy.
I pleaded muttering under my breath hoping she would hear but not really or it would be trouble for me, “ can’t the boys take this, they are older than me” With that she ignored me, ignored ME quietly sending me on my way with instructions.
It was heavy too heavy for me, I opened the silver handle and lock and stepped out into the brightly lit corridor. A place I loved and had run up and down so may times, fast and slow, racing and looking for cups, plates, jugs, saucers, silverware and trays people left outside their doors for room service.
Such a comfort the hotel floors were, full of fun. We all came together for once with the same aim, fun, run, race freely happily everything forgotten in those meetings of racing your heart and chest beating fast, win!
But this morning no.
This morning I blinked at the light it was early, too early no running no racing no fun. This morning it was serious, it was on my shoulders to deliver. I took it seriously. The halls are quiet and everyone else was in bed, it was too early for them.
I looked down at the thick carpet, cream pile with pink triangles, a weave I had learned to love staring down as I got ready to race, but not this morning, this morning it had taken a dark shade of grey as I stared down, I pulled the hotel room door shut and started towards the lift.
The case got heaver and noisier as I got closer to the lift. The brown case felt heavy and was hurting my right shoulder. My pants and pyjamas were feeling lumpy and uncomfortable as I put the case down and tried to pull my pants around. I picked up my case and carried on down the dimly lit corridor, until I got to the lift . I loved this lift it was made of glass and I could see outside up Nathan Road.
It was a relief to put the heavy case down that was cluttering and throwing me off balance with every step took, and pushed the lift button to go down to the ground level.
I had a horrible fear of lifts ever since one of my brothers pressed the stop button and made me sit in a lift for four hours.
The lift doors opened slowly to reveal a bright godly light where a smiling man standing in the middle, welcoming me in. I smiled.
I didn’t care , I slowly picked up my heavy suitcase full of stolen goods and stepped inside, the doors slowly closed behind me, and there was a silence as just this man and me stood face to face, and for a while we just stared at each other for an eternity, although I came up to his belt. I looked up and he said~” well good morning” with a lovely broad smile that I recognised, I swallowed and smiled back, I knew him.
Well. I knew him from my grand ma and my mother, it was Robert.. from the films from the movies they loved him……Redford. I looked up at him for a while, we stared at each other, his skin wasn’t great, I thought but he was kind. And I was in a lift with him on my own with my stolen goods, and my pyjamas and my jeans and my sweatshirt. I was with him, their idol, just me and him. He was nice to me, he smiled at me, we had this moment together. I worried for a moment If he knew, would I be in trouble.
The doors opened.
He smiled again and said good bye.
I was uplifted, It was him, and I picked up my heavy brown case and I walked proud across the huge grey marble lobby with my case clanking loudly, and all the staff staring at me across from behind their desks, until I went out the doors to our little orange car, I opened the boot and placed the case carefully in there,
Put 1 dollar in the meter.