Waking up to my senses, all I see is darkness. Might be the usual power breakdown I thought. My eyes take a little while to adjust in the dark. I sit straight and smell the sweet fragrance of isolation. This solitude is not disturbing at all. Instead, it is a part of my existence.
I move my hands under my pillow in search of my phone and fling it open on success. Turning on the flash, I stand up and aim for the toilet. My phone's clock says it's 4 o'clock in the morning which is a lie because I settled it up to 15 minutes after the actual time. This particular act of mine was to help me be punctual. But since I did this on my own, I calculate the actual time whenever I check the time on my phone. Summing it all up to zero punctuality level. Nevermind.
I head for the bathroom knowing it will be exactly as I left it last night. But wait, isn't it night still? I jerk off all the gibberish chatter my brain is talking out loud to me and splash my face with cold water thrice. The coldness makes my facial pores to contract as an action to reciprocate. I am reminded of Newton's law, Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I see my reflection staring at me in the dim torchlight. My messy bun dangling loosely on my neck with strands of hair hanging around my face. The water trickling down my face, and my large eyes staring at its own reflection.
I often disregard my eyes to be too big for my heart-shaped face but since I can do nothing about them except ranting, I try to focus on my small nose that is the favorite part of my face. To add to my disapproval, my long neck has a prominent Adam's apple. I mean which girl in the name of Holy cows has Adam's apple? It always feels like torture to have one. Reminds me when the FRIENDS people made Joey realize that girls do not have Adam's apple. That should have sounded funny, but instead, it fumed my anger toward this additional feature of mine.
When I come out holding my phone that is illuminating the space around, the mess, aka my room, can be visualized. That is Zoey for you, ladies and gentlemen! The messy, un-pretty *if that's a word*, and non-punctual woman, who likes being called a woman instead of a girl or lady. What am I even talking about? Shut up, you idiot! The war between me and my brain has become a bit brutal now. But okay I proceed to my Musallah (prayer mat) and overspread it. I offer Tahajjud and make dua. When I get up from there, my eyes are teary, but my heart is at peace. I switch on my phone and check the notifications from last night, going through texts and replying the ones that feel important. Then I hear it. The sweet calling of Fajr and the sound of dawn approaching me. My day starts and just another night has passed with nothing special to remember from the previous day.
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Fellas! That was a very small introductory chapter. More of Zoey coming very soon to you. Until then xoxo.
