The musky gentle breeze that wafted through the open panes of his window made Felix smile drowsily. It was a cool and tranquil start to his morning, the sweet earthy smell, the faint chirping of birds and the mildly chilly glide of the air that swayed his curtains to the silent rhythm of the nature's melody. He loved Australian monsoon. Heavy rain and bugs aside, the after effects that showed in the damp green leaves and bushes made him unexplainably happy. The fragrance of soil in addition to the fresh feeling after a good downpour was a real mood changer. He loved sitting on his windowsill during the rain and read his books.
As it was, rain could even make a physics book seem readable.
And he loved going out to get warm coffee or hot cocoa with his friends after college or coaching classes during the monsoon. Loved the slight pitter-patter that continues throughout the day, just enough to leave small drops of water on your shoulders and hair but never enough to drench, nor to make him sick. And he also loved waking up to the gray sky and crisp wintery air, just cold enough to snuggle deep into his comforter and slowly gain his senses. A peaceful start to his morning.
Unfortunately, peace was never an option in an Asian household.
The silence is usually the calm before the storm.
And as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked the sleep out of them, the dead silence around the house told him it was going to be one of those stormy days today.
He just laid there in his bed, somehow already too exhausted to get through the day. Rain could only do so much to lift his moods. Because as it is, even rain cannot make a day in his household seem bearable. What a pity.
He sighed and rolled over onto his back, gaze sliding to the side to his open window. It was not the usual cheery monsoon morning today. It was gloomy, the clouds were thick and the musky smell was gone. It looked like the impending sense of doom, like the foreshadowing of an awful day. It made him grimace with thinly veiled sorrow. He had been looking forward to a good day, get out and meet up with his crew and get some work done. But even rain has its bad days. And it extended to making Felix's day pretty bad too.
He had no idea how long it took for the storm to hit, but sure enough a few minutes later, the yell came.
"OLIVIA!! GET UP. YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!" and here goes nothing.
For the sake of his own sanity, he sat up, letting his comforter fall down his shoulder to his lap, and stretched. Already too used to such shenanigans in the morning, Felix tried to block his ears out as the familiar stomping up the stairs loudened. A second later it passed from outside his door to the room down the hallway, his younger sister's bedroom.
A door was slammed opened, another yell in the brass voice of his father who reprimanded his sister to move her ass and get ready quick, and quit putting on makeup. And then the footsteps resumed back again which prompted Felix to yeet out of his own warm cocoon and rush into the bathroom, very slowly and quietly shutting the door to not make a noise and give the impression he had been in there all this time.
A second later, the door to his own bedroom was thrown open.
"FELIX, YOU-" abrupt silence as his father supposedly took in the empty room.
"At least someone is getting better..." his words were drowned out as he walked away, not even bothering to close the door.
A deep sigh left the freckled boy at the same old shit. He pushed way from where he had been leaning against his bathroom door and walked over to the counter, mechanically plucking his brush and toothpaste out and getting to work on his teeth. Face wash. Fresh up. Dry off. It was a routine, healthy in essence and unhealthy in its forceful practice. But he was used to it.
