Sorry I didn't post for a few days :( I have to learn for an exam (it's statistics and it's something I'm not really interested in yk) But the good thing is here's a new chapter and I'll probably have a lot of time to write after Wednesday ! Oh and I'm also thinking about writing another book (even though I just restarted this one woops) so I'm really excited about that :)
This morning I wake up before my alarm, something that doesn't happen very often. I feel surprisingly awake so I get out of bed. I put on a cozy hoodie with a small unicorn patch, and some ripped jeans. After finishing my make-up routine I gently walk down the stairs, trying not wake anyone.
Instead of my usual breakfast, which is bread or crispbread with something chocolaty like Nutella or sprinkles, I think I deserve to make waffles this morning. And so I look up a recipe, and around 15 minutes later the house is smelling like heaven. I take my gorgeous looking waffle out of the iron, but I can't help myself putting on a little bit of Nutella on top. Yes I love that chocolate-goodness a LOT.
After packing my stuff and brushing my teeth, I jump on my bike. I have a lot of time left, so I put in my earphones and cycle slowly. My thoughts slowly drift away, thinking about a million things and nothing at the same time. I always have that when I cycle, and even extremer when I go out for a run. In a weird way it always makes my head a lot clearer.
Unfortunately my thoughts are soon interrupted by someone cycling next to me.
"Are you still dreaming?"
"Good morning to you as well" I mutter, recognizing Sam's voice. What the hell is he doing here?
"Not a morning person?" He laughs, showing is dimples.
"You guessed that right." I smile at him, secretly hoping he will leave me alone again. But he doesn't, and we both stay silent for a while.
"Why have I never seen you here before?" I ask him.
"I usually take a different road, but I had a lot of time this morning so I decided to make a little detour." He says simply. I frown at his statement.
"Don't you have something better to do? I mean I was up early as well, but I spent that time on baking waffles."
He shrugs, "Nah, I enjoy being outside. But how is it possible that you woke up early when you seem so tired?"
"How should I now?" I ask rhetorically, rolling my eyes.
"Don't people say that you both wake up when you dream of each other?" He smirks. This is exactly what I don't like about Sam, or those popular guys in general. They always try to get compliments and to make you feel awkward, even though we both know this saying isn't true.
"Well in that case I could ask you the same, though I don't see any reason why you would appear in my dreams." He stays silent, but winks in response. I have no idea what I should think of that.
Without saying anything in the last few minutes, we soon arrive at our university building. Before I can look, Sam has disappeared. Not that I mind, but it was a weird start of today.
Nothing interested happened at school. I didn't see the point of telling Ashley and Amira about my cycle buddy, they would probably try to turn it to something awkward.
I just hear the bells of a nearby church ringing 3 o'clock when I arrive home. They've always annoyed me, why that noise when you can just take a look?
I'm home alone for the moment and decide to enjoy it. After making a cup of tea I connect Spotify to the radio and turn the volume up. I sing along to the songs from my playlist. I know I sound like a dying goat, and I feel sorry for my neighbors and anyone who ever heard me singing.
I realize I haven't had much time for baking lately, and since I don't feel very motivated to work on my project I decide to bake cookies. I put sugar, flower, butter and pieces chocolate in a bowl and mix it together. I start looking for a something that adds a little twist to the recipe, I've made these so often by now. I grab a stick of instant coffee for extra flavor. I can't resist the urge to add some sprinkles and food coloring as well. I know have pink coffee-chocolate chip cookie dough. Proud of the combination I divide it into cookies and put them in the oven.
Within a few minutes, the house smells amazing. I'll admit that I sat down in front of the oven, waiting for the cookies to turn a gorgeous golden-brown. I take them out to let them cool, choosing the biggest one to be eaten first. It's still too hot but I take a bite, enjoying all the unhealthy sugars and fats.
After dinner, I work on my project for a while. I start sketching the outlines of the building and choose some basic colors. Even though I don't like the assignment, I still want it to look good. I can be really nerdy sometimes, especially when it comes to this kind of projects. I end up with a design for a big house, almost a castle. It's walls are a light type of blue, with white doors and windows. I've seen houses like that in Germany and Denmark, and I've always liked how they look. However, because of the annoying assignment, the doors and windows look like flat mini-temples. It's hard to describe but it actually looks pretty cute.
Without anything interesting happening the rest of the evening, I go to bed around eleven. But before actually going to sleep I read another chapter of my A thousand splendid suns, already one of my favorite books.
