Day one off of school, how exciting. My day started at 11:40 AM. I yawned and stretched checking my phone. Nothing, as usual. Mum had gone to work so it was up to me to feed myself. I went downstairs as my stomach was making noises of a hump-back whale. Opening our particulary small pantry I grabbed out the blueberry muffin, stuck in the microwave for 15 seconds and poured myself some apple juice. People are in school right now while I'm enjoying this wonderful breakfast I thought to myself, snickering.
Then my phone rang.
"Hey mum."
"Doing okay, hun?"
"Yeah.."
"Great, I'm getting off work early to pick up some medicine for you so I'll be home around 3."
"Okay mum, bye."
"Bye."
I wasn't one for long conversations and I didn't mean to sound rude, but when did I ever get the chance to be completely alone in a big space? I mean sure I got to be alone in my room but having advantage to the whole house was stepping up my game. Grabbing my muffin and juice, I made my way to the couch. Nothing good on television at this time except for unrealistic celebrity talk which resulted in the main hosts arguing about rumours, while the audience just watchs in awe, The news, boring, and finally I resulted in watching Spongebob. After an hour and a half of Spongebob I got so comfortable my eyes began to slowly close but I wouldn't allow them to completely shut. I guess sleep had got the best of me, because I was out like a light in 15 minutes flat.
I woke up in a heavy breath, the same dream. I knew I couldn't go a day without it, that would be too easy.
Some say dreams signify something in your everyday life. What could a red string around my neck mean? And why did it change colours when I sinned? Maybe dreams don't signify things. Or maybe only some do. I'm just tired of waking up in a panic of the thought of being dead when it turns out I'm completely fine.
I spent the rest of my day on the couch watching reruns of horrible cartoons, eating lunch, and browsing the internet on my laptop.
Finally 3:00 PM rolled around and my mum walked in through the front door. In her hand was a small white bag which I assumed was my medicine. She handed me the bag and a can of iced tea. "Thanks" I managed to say, pulling myself up from the slump I'd been sitting in.
"No problem. What would you like for supper?"
Really? I got to chose what we have for supper? This is RARE. Make it good, make it good.
"Uh, how about chinese food?"
"Alright, I'll have it delivered for 5:30, so about 45 minutes"
Not to shabby.
The next day was basically the same. Tommorow I have school which sucks but hey, that's life.
