Here you again in your usual routine.
1. You wake up. You rub your eyes exactly three times. You get up once you heard your snoozed alarm (that is, after five minutes). There is no going back to the bed once you're up.
2. You rummage your refrigerator (or you cabinet, whatever place had some stacks of food). If you have enough resources to cook a proper meal, you'd do it but in a hurry. Five minutes is enough to put everything on a tray and dump it inside the oven.
3. While waiting for it to cook (ten to fifteen minutes), you take your shower (five to seven minutes). Only use the liquid body soap. Wash your hair every other day. Put on some lotion. There is no going back to the bathroom once you're done.
4. You go back to the kitchen to get the finished food (hopefully, it's nicely done, not burned-but-still-OK done or not-yet-but-going-there done. You dump your dishes in your sink and the cleaning lady will take care of it. You like your apartment clean so there is no much thing to do for the cleaning lady but the dishes. There is no going back to the kitchen once you're done.
This has been your usual routine for six months, yet there is still something that you can't avoid doing.
"Honey, I'm going!" you said, but you know that no one will reply or even come to you and give your good-luck-I-love-you kiss. Oh, well. You ended up mindlessly doing things after he died, anyway, that you forgot how to live a life without him.
He is not going back to your life because he's done.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomTuwing wala akong masulat, madalas nagsusulat lang ako ng kung ano. Kadalasan walang kwenta. Madalas, hindi ko natatapos. Mabilis lang. | Title inspired from Fast Food Fiction.
