The List

10. "Oh, shit; sorry."

10. "Oh, shit; sorry."

I wake up feeling much fresher. Maybe it was the lazy day yesterday, or maybe it was the peaceful sleep; either way I was awake and refreshed.

And today instead of laying around doing nothing (like normal), I felt like doing some more productive.

That productive "thing" ended up being shopping. Shopping was something I loved to do, however not as often as most people. I liked to go shopping once a month or every few months, not every week or two.

I prefer something called online shopping, which has no disadvantages; actually that's a lie, postage and paying for random unnecessary items that look interesting in the middle of the night but actually have no use at all may count as disadvantages. But other than that, it was all positive; comfort of your own home, delivery (sometimes free, always a perk), offers and sales, loads of websites, no interaction with people. But the main reason was me not wanting to walk around and have my feet ache; being the lazy self I am.

My perfect Friday evening or any evening actually would consist of; a takeout dinner of my choice, mug of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and strawberries, my laptop and the TV (and loads of blankets and pillows.)

Anyway, off topic again, I get dressed casually in a loose floral print cropped shirt, light blue high waisted washed out skinny jeans and nude coloured gemmed sandals, my nails were already painted baby pink (slightly chipped, oh well). I put on some lip-gloss and a coat of mascara and pick up my bag from the corner of my slightly messy room. I leave my room shutting the door.

I go downstairs and grab an apple to snack on, as I decide that I'll pick some food up in town. I walk into the sitting room, from which I hear the TV sounding quietly. Harry is sitting on the sofa in front of it, dressed in some grey jogging bottoms and a white shirt, modelling messy hair, which is usually perfected into a quiff.

His eyes widen, "How are you up so early? It's a Sunday, normally your never up before 11," he says, clearly shocked to see me.

Last night, after I started writing out my bucket list. I thought that I may as well make the most of my life, the way I wanted. And in order to do so, I had to not be as lazy and actually get up and out of my bed, as sleeping won't help resolve anything. Unfortunately.

I tell Harry this, leaving out the part about the bucket list, not wanting him to know yet. I would tell him, of course I would. Just not now. It's too early, too far in advance.

"-Yep, so I've decided I'm going to go shopping considering I haven't been out in a while," I end.

"Alright then, have fun, call me if you have any problems," he yells after me, as I leave the room.

"Okay, thanks. Love you," I yell back, opening the front door.

"Love you too," he shouts back as I shut the front door behind me. After making sure I have everything I need, I walk towards the direction of the dreaded bus stop.

*

The area in which Harry and I live is average sized; it had its own shopping centre, which was practical.

So, I take the bus, as it was the easiest way to get there. Plus, if I'd have walked it would've taken me another half an hour to forty five minutes.

Once I arrive in town and get off the faded red coloured bus; I make a quick escape, walking quickly towards the cash points on the side, next to the nearby bank.

I waited patiently in the queue until one of the two cash points was free.

I walked up to the free one, inserting my card and entering my pin. I selected the amount of money I wanted to take out, by the touch screen. And in a matter of seconds, a few crisp notes spit out and I had my money and card in my hand.