In Another Life

I o'Clock - When the morning comes

Thin, long rays of sunlight lighted up my room. I gently opened my eyes and became conscious of my life. A smile appeared on my face and couldn't be happier to live the life I'm living. No worries. No danger. No fear.

What day is it?

... Shit.

Forget what I said earlier. My life is one big pile of poop. I jumped out of my bed, into my clothes and to the bathroom. Splashed water in my face and combed my long, brown, uncontrollably, thick, knotty hair. I rushed down the stairs and joined my parents at the table.

'Good morning,' mom said. 'Good morning,' I answered quickly. 'You slept well I see,' she said while dipping her croissant into her coffee. 'Yeah, my alarm didn't go off.' I grabbed the cornflakes and opened it. Starving like a lion I poured it in a bowl. 'Actually I haven't slept well at all,' I admitted. Mom and dad didn't pay much attention to what I was saying. Mom was making her lunch while dad was reading the paper. 'I had the oddest dream. I was running through the woods, and I heard this ticking of a clock and then I fell into a black hole. And then I woke up.' I grabbed the milk carton and poured the milk on my flakes. 'Strange.' Mom said, giving me a short glance. 'That's not even the strangest part!' I said as if I was telling a ghost story at a camp fire. 'The thing that makes it strange is that it's not the first time I've had this dream.' I was drowsily mashing my cornflakes, thinking about my dream. 'I've had it a couple times before. But now, I start to believe it must be a sign... An omen.' I scooped up some flakes and shoved them in my mouth. 'But the question is: what does it mean?' I sputtered with a full mouth.

'It means that you should hurry for school or you'll be too late. Like always.' Mom said on a mocking tone. I was being serious. But she was probably right. I consumed my bowl and when I was ready after a few minutes I grabbed my bag and left for school.