I stood in my place in the little bakery in my towns grocery store, baking cheese loafs. Taking the pans to put them in the oven to bake into cheese heaven. I looked over at my coworker, Evelynne, and smiled at her. I put the timer on, starting the bagels. I looked down at my reflection on the shiny metal counter, my (e/c) eyes staring back at me. I always loved my eyes, they're pretty.
Soon enough, the timer rang in my ear, I just loathed the stupid noise it made. I turned it off as quickly as it began, turning to the oven to remove the cheese loafs. I crouched down carefully opened the oven and-
"Ah!" followed by a yelp of agony as Evelynne accidentally startled me, causing the back of my hand to collide with the scalding hot metal of the oven. I cursed under my breath, tears welling in my eyes. Evelynne frantically apologised, I told her it was okay considering I'm not deceased. I swiftly pulled the cheese loafs out, before going to get medical attention. It stung horribly and began bubbling and blistering.
I sat in the break room a while before making the decision to leave early, I was in pain. I had walked to work, it was a little ways back to my little trailer in the middle of nowhere but I'd make it. I walked at a medium pace, trailing on the side of the winding roads. I listened to my music, staring at the trees and the darkening sky, ignoring the sore, stinging pain in my hand.
I snapped out of my trance as i arrived home at last, my trailer parked in my empty lot on the back roads nobody ever drove on. Quiet and unbothered by everyone, just how I liked it. I unlocked my door, and stepped inside. I always missed the comforting smell of my home no matter how long I was away for. The kitchen and living room area shone with my own personal, alternative touch.
"What to have for supper?..." I spoke softly to myself, glancing out the window to see it was dark already, I had gotten home at the perfect time. Spaghetti. I wanted spaghetti. I pulled out a pot and spaghetti noodles. Setting the pot under the running water filling it, while excitedly rushing to find the plain tomato sauce I put who knows where. I finally found it, putting the glass bottle on the counter. I removed the pot from the running water, pouring some out because there was too much.
I sat on my small couch while I waited for the water to boil, the soft, warm material engulfing me. My mind wandered as I remembered the new hire that started tomorrow, I sighed, knowing I'd be the one doing all their training. Oh well, hopefully they're nice.
I mindlessly scrolled though my Instagram feed for what felt like an eternity as the water finally began to boil. I happily threw in my salt and uncooked spaghetti noodles, setting a 17 minute timer before going back to scrolling though Instagram. I squirmed hungrily, there was a pit forming in my stomach. But I continued to scroll through social media, occasionally hopping up to stir the softening pasta noodles.
Cats... cats... so many cats... I thought, staring at the short clips. Finally after looking at copious amounts of cat videos to distract myself from my growing hunger, the timer went off. I drained the noodles into my sink, the steam went into my eyes. I quickly used a fork to scoop them into a bowl to eat. I finally realised that I had forgotten to warm up the tomato sauce. Too hungry to care, I put the cold tomato sauce onto the spaghetti.
I sat at my lonely table, shovelling the spaghetti into my mouth. As I filled my stomach, I connected to my Bluetooth speaker. I put on "Frustrated" by Decalius. Finishing my food, I decided to save the rest in the pot for lunch tomorrow.
A notification from my phone diverted my attention, it was my manager. Asking if I could come in two hours early because somebody called in sick. I sighed, messaging back that I would gladly do so. I got up to get ready for bed early since I'd be getting up at 4:30 in the morning. For fucks sake, I thought. I popped up, shoving the container of spaghetti into my fridge. Carefully moving a jar of mayonnaise out of the way.
I walked towards my bedroom, waddling into the orangely lit room. I grabbed my pyjamas off the jet black comforter on my bed as I began to undress. Pulling off my ugly neon green work shirt, I slipped on my Metallica t-shirt that I usually wore to bed, and pink fuzzy hello kitty PJ pants. I walked out into the living room to turn out all the lights, before blindly following the soft light from my bedroom. I practically pounced into my soft, warm bed after flipping the light off. I took one of my many pillows into my arms, and closed my eyes.
