SONDER

8

It's currently 9AM. Last night I was able to sleep much earlier than usual, I haven't felt the bliss of sleeping before midnight in such a long time.

I was able to wake up with a less heavy feeling on my body and it's a weekend; that only means one thing.

It's cleaning day at my apartment.

I looked around my room and saw neglectfulness. My clothes were messily thrown on the floor, chair and bed; the dirty clothes and clean ones were unrecognizable. Bottles of water were also randomly placed in every side of the room, left over food, take out paper boxes, disposable chopsticks, used cup over the weeks (still with coffee in some), messily sat on my vanity table. The worst part is this is just my room.

I stepped inside my living room and I'm left sighing with disappointment. I didn't think it would be this bad...

My bin overflowed with cup ramen, cans of beer, and other things I don't recognize. Black plastic bags were under my the kitchen island. More leftover food which smelt crap was on my coffee table, on my couch were crumbs of chips, wrappers of the food I ate the last few days scattered everywhere.

Basically my apartment looked like a dumpster. Everything is misplaced, dirty, dusty and smelly.

I frown at the situation I put my self in. How on earth was I able to move and live in this apartment without noticing this mess.

I rub my freckled face with irritation and then went to tying my black hair in a bun.

I should start now, before I loose the mood.

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It took me 6 hours to clean my whole apartment. I was never an organized person for too long, with ADHD I was distracted with everything that caught my attention. First I was organizing my shoes and next thing I know I was doing the laundry because of the stain I found on one of the sneakers; promising myself to brush it while doing the laundry, but then forget the shoe itself outside my bathroom slash laundry room. I was only able to notice that I didn't clean the sneakers after I was finished with the laundry.

One unfinished task led to another but the goal was to finish everything which I did after 6 hours.

I look at the clock and 3:20pm hit. My stomach grumbled on cue. And that's the reminder for me that I haven't eaten since I woke up.

I placed the last of the 5 waste bag beside my door, reminding my self to throw it out in a minute. I headed to my bathroom and took a shower; I vigorously rub myself clean allowing the hot water to ease my tense muscle.

I then step out of the bathroom and took out another oversized shirt and fluffy short. After wearing the clothes I smile at the comfy feeling.

No one will be seeing me anyway, I needed the refreshing wash after that filthy clean up.