A Woman in A Tavern

             When I open my light blue eyes, it is still dark outside. The sun is hiding under the solid earth, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Ever since I was little, my sister and I always believed that at night the sun would go under the earth then come back in the morning because it wanted us to all get a goodnight’s sleep. My sister, Candace, is already up, dressed, and ready to go before I can even sit up in my bed. I slowly push off the silky blue blanket and swing my legs off the bed and rise. I yawn and stretch my arms out wide. Before I can even say good morning to my sister, she is out the door. I swiftly make my way over to the bathing room. I take some of the water from the bucket into my hands and throw it on my face, washing away all the germs and dirt. As the cold water hits my face, I feel refreshed. I change into my work outfit, put my hair up, put on my boots, and head out the door with my messenger bag slung over my right shoulder. The cold, crisp wind hits my face right away. I hear my boots clink and clank as I walk down the cobblestone road. The streets are empty and the only noise I hear is the whistle from the wind. I continue walking down the streets in Williamsburg and feel so happy to be surrounded by such a great town. I can smell the fresh batch of bread just coming out of the oven from the bakery. As I get closer and closer to The Swan Tavern, the sun starts to rise up. I stop dead in my tracks admiring the beautiful sunrise. The dark orange sky gives me a warm feeling inside. My mom, my sister and I always got up early to look at the sunrise when I was younger. I miss her more and more everyday. I look at my watch and it says 6:30. I’m going to be late, I think to myself. I walk as fast as my legs can carry me. Soon I am right in front of The Swan Tavern. I swing the door open and see Candace putting the slaves to work. Jared, the owner, is transferring the tabs from the customers from the previous day into his account book. “Good morning, Jared,” I say. He quickly looks up from his book and stares at me. “Good morning, Prim. How are you this fine morning?” He asked, taking off his tiny round glasses. “I am very good, thank you,” I respond. I walk to the back and set my messenger bag down gently, then start my routine.