Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 8 ~

My eyes feel heavy, and I can't seem to open them, despite that there's this light that keeps on trying to open my eyes. Why does sunlight really likes to harass people's eyes whenever it's morning? Like please, I want to sleep more, stop bugging my eyelids to open. Wait a minute. Since when did I care to sleep more in the morning? As long as it's morning, it's a great time to escape from this hell and get my daily coffee. But for some reason, my eyes really does feel heavy, like they're tired. I don't blame them, I've been crying all night just to force myself to sleep so, of course they will feel tired. Still, that will not stop me from getting my morning coffee from the friendliest barista ever.

I force my eyes open, and I immediately regretted it. Holy crap, it feels like boiling alcohol that's been splashed directly to my pupils. I wouldn't be surprised when I look on to a mirror and see my eyes burning red because seriously this stings so much. Is this what it feels like when a person wake up after crying all night? If so, I would not do that ever again. I'm not exaggerating, this really stings my eyes. It's so painful that I can't even admire the early music that's coming from my windows. The early birds are chirping beautifully as if their eyes haven't been in hell.

Can cold water fix this burning sensation? I'll go ahead and try that right now. Dragging my whole body away from my comfortable sleeping position and as I force my whole body to stand up, my eyes decided to add more suffering to my brain because they did this thing where I can feel like I'm getting teleported to another dimension. If it's not obvious yet, I'm not having a great morning already. I have seemed to be woken up to the wrong side of the bed. I meant that in both literally and figuratively because when I decided to ignore all these stuffs that is happening to my eyes and brain, I accidentally stub my toe on the side of my bedroom's door frame.

"Fuck," I mutter as I try to ease through the sudden pain. Oh great, I already curse so early in the morning. I really do having the time of my life, huh? Chuckling harshly, I love my life so much, I blurt out in my head as I head to the bathroom.

As I enter the bathroom, my ears suddenly get fixated to some music that's somehow playing. Why is there music? Is it possible that the person next door decided to blast loud depressing music? It's quite possible, I tell myself as I gather water from the sink with my hands and splash it all around my face. The thing that doesn't seem right is that the music seems to be loud, like very loud, as if it's really close. My brain couldn't manage to figure out both the lyrics and where the music is coming from, but before I could even let my mind figure things out, I immediately head out of the bathroom and dry my face because coffee is much more important than this mysterious music.

That's just really weird that there's random music playing in my bathroom, but I don't have the mental energy to figure that mystery. Perhaps once I have my coffee, I'll try to solve that mystery.

I didn't even dare change my clothes. Besides, I just wore them last night, so it would be a waste of laundry soup to throw these in the laundry bag so early. Speaking of laundry, I should totally do some laundry perhaps by the end of the week-which is quite confusing because which day is it? Is it Saturday or Sunday or Friday? It's either one of those three. I shake my head to disregard the question for now, I'll have time in the Café to search the answers anyway. I just have to relax and appreciate the fact that this apartment complex have a communal laundry room down in the basement. The problem is, it's open for public use, meaning there will definitely be people doing laundry too.

Speaking of public use, how is Zach? It's none of my business or anything, I'm just curious about his crumbling relationship with Kate. Why do I even care about my neighbors' drama? Oh, that's right because there's nothing interesting in my life that I practically leech in other people's drama. I'm practically eating popcorn as I watch other people's drama in public. That's literally the best way to describe my cravings for drama from others. Now, enough drama talk, I still need to grab my coffee. I wonder Aileen knows some juicy drama, I mutter in my mind, despite of me just telling myself to stop talking about drama about a second ago.