Seoul, South Korea
June 30, 2020
I wake up with a start, touching my forehead.
There is this low throbbing ache that will not go away.
It has been like this for a little over a week and it is beginning to annoy me.
I sit up massaging my temples hoping this will give me some relief.
I only arrived in Seoul yesterday and I will be darned if this slight ache is going to stop me from enjoying everything that Seoul has to offer!
I scrimped, saved, gone without, worked months of overtime to be able to come here.
I am not letting nothing keep me from touring the ancient palace today!
I mean nothing!
I grab my phone off the nightstand.
It is only three am? Wow I have been sleeping for hours already and now I am wide awake.
I do not have to leave until noon, and I know that I will not be able to stay awake if I do not go back to sleep.
I get up to use the bathroom and find some sort of pain reliever for my headache.
I look in my bag and find a package of bc powders and chuckle.
This is mom’s go to for any pain or ache.
They are disgusting but they work almost instantly.
I grab a packet and head to the kitchen to get some water.
I grab a small bottle of apple juice to chase it with.
Even though it works like a charm I gag whenever I use them.
And that defeats their purpose if I am just going to retch them up immediately after consumption!
I hold my nose swallow down the foul-tasting powder followed by the juice.
I do not know if it is in my mind or not, but I can almost feel the headache disappearing if that is possible.
I drink another glass to chase everything completely down and head back to bed.
I set my alarm for eight am lay my head on the pillow and fall asleep almost instantly.
I am awakened by my phone ringing off the hook.
I look around at the still dark room and grab my phone.
I look at it and it is a number I do not recognize.
“Hello?” I say sounding like a man.
I clear my throat “Hello?” That is much better.
“Frankie? Francesca Angelle Winslow is that you?” A male voice says chuckling.
I sit up instantly awake recognition dawning through my haze of sleep.
“Ho-Jin!” I squeal excitedly.
“Yes, baby girl, it’s me how in heck have you been?”
I chuckle nervously at the baby girl part, that always made me swoon.
Of course, I know he did not mean anything by it and he only used it as a term of endearment but still.
I loved it and I would be crushed if he called anyone else that.
“I am great, I can’t complain I am just happy to be here.”
I look at the clock it is six forty-five in the morning.
“As much as I love that you’re calling me, couldn’t you have waited until say eight or nine am?”
I tease and he chuckles.
“No ma’am, as soon as I saw your dm I hit you up, have you heard from Julia yet?” He asked.
“No, you know she is knocked out, I will be lucky if she calls before noon.” I reply and he laughs.
“You definitely know my sister; nothing has changed she still loves her sleep and will rip your head off if you disrupt it.”
“Oh, I remember being on the receiving end of her wrath many a Saturday morning back in the day.” I laugh and he joins in.
“Ahh I missed that laugh of yours, you always snort when something is really funny to you.
“I do not!” I respond embarrassed.
“Yeah you do, especially when you were being tickled.”
A flashback of him tickling me until I almost peed my pants flashed in my brain and I sobered instantly.
I barely managed to make it to the bathroom without an accident.
Thank God I did though otherwise that would have been one of those moments where I would have grabbed my clothing and ran all the way home never to return.
“Yeah well, you tickle me now you get a karate chop to the throat in return.”
“I hate, hate, hate being tickled.’
He roars with laughter and I feel the butterflies in my stomach break free.
“You know I seem to recall that as well.” He said in a contemplative voice.
“Wow Frankie, you sure grew up good, huh?”
“I have not stopped looking at your pictures since I got your dm early this morning.”
“You are truly beautiful and you