Reader's POV
Birds chirping.
It was the loud chirpings of the birds flapping their wings and travelling the city in a high speed, that woke me up, instead of my alarm clock.
Even though I struggled to keep my eyes open, the curiousity inside of me that wonders about the time it currently is, is fighting for dominance.
I guess it wouldn't hurt to satisfy my curiousity..alright then.
Both of my eyes finally opened as a whole, and the first thing I see is the beige ceiling with one dim lightbulb hanging from it. I placed both of my hands on the sides of my bed and used them as a support while I try to sit.
As my head ascended from the warm thick pillow, I couldn't help but let out a yawn and shut my eyes tight in a second. And when I opened my eyes again, I was already facing the beige colored wall that was decorated with hanging plants and abtract paintings.
I looked to my left, and as my eyes landed on the clock, I let out a groan of frustation to find out that I was 5 minutes earlier than my alarm.
That means I can't go back to sleep..and considering I only had about 3-4 hours of sleep, it wouldn't be good at all.
No can do, I guess.
„Good morning, world."
A pretty cringe opening statement for a day most likely going to be the same like those previous days, I know. I don't think I should be this optimistic if it's just gonna be boring like usual.
Dear God, please add meaning to my life.
Make it fun.
Make it challenging.
Make it chaotic.
So as long as I'm entertained, I don't mind whatever it is that I'm gonna be going through.
...anyway.
Enough of that, and let's get started.
I got off of my bed, and went to disarm my alarm clock. And without bothering to tidy my bed up or even looking back, I was already a few steps away from the bathroom.
Somehow, without even realizing it, I was already facing my own reflection.
„I look depressed." although I'm not.
Maybe it's because of the bags under my eyes, and my expression.
My expression, huh..
Always dark and gloomy, from what I've heard.
They're not wrong.
Even I don't remember the last time I smiled.
..cringe. Let's try to not be so pessimistic alright?
I brushed my hair for a few short seconds before turning on the sink and splashing the cold water to my face.
Upon coming in contact with the icy liquid, I flinched a little.
Not even bothering to dry my face first, I rushed to brush my teeth.
I know nobody asked, but my grandma takes like 5 minutes to brush her teeth while it only takes me like a minute.
Which one do you do? Wait, no, which one do you think is wrong? Wait, no, I mean, which one is right? I mean- nevermind.
I'm such a weird person, nobody would ever love me.
Ignoring whatever I just did, I rushed to finish brushing my teeth.
After doing so, I went to the kitchen to make cereal.
First I pour the milk, then the cereal.
And, yes, I pour the milk first who cares blabla yap yap.
There is genuinely someone out there that takes this kind of things seriously, and gets mad if one doesn't do something in the way they want.
Including if someone were to pour the milk first, then the cereal.
And that's the exact reason why I pour the milk first.
It's in my natural instinct to create chaos.
As I plopped myself into my comfy luxurious dinner chair, I ended up staring at the cereal for a few minutes as I got swirled around in thoughts.
‚A new clothes shop just opened at the mall today. Should I go?'
‚Is there even a single person who have a crush on me?'
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★ SDRA2 Yandere Preferences ♪
Romance★ SDRA2 characters as yanderes. There will be murders, violences, kidnapping, torture (psychological, physically), posessiveness, obsessiveness, and much more darker stuffs. I can do oneshots too. Requests are open! ♪
