STUCK IN MY HEAD | SAHYO

𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿

Pale arms and feet pushed away the sheets as a sleepy and loud yawn escaped the girl's mouth. She scooted up on the bed, whimpering when struggling to reach for her phone to turn the alarm off. Barefoot, she jumped from her bed and stretched while running to open the curtains, letting the faint light of the rising sun invade her room.

It was around six in the morning and Sana was up, looking through her closet for the right outfit to wear. One that would match with the gloomy weather outside, but would shine in it's own, unique way. And it would be an underestimation if we were to say that Sana wasn't like the way she dressed, differently.

Minatozaki Sana was born and raised in Osaka, Japan and was still proudly another one of it's thousands citizens. She had a bright personality and never failed to make someone smile with that cheerful vibe emitting from her. Sana was known to her block for her kindness and respectful manners as she never hesitated helping anyone. The old ladies by the end of the street--who were usually grumpy--would always compliment and give cookies to the girl when she helped the carry groceries every Saturday morning.

Needless to say, Sana was the neighbourhood's sunshine that shone even through the dark and thick clouds created by the animosity between people.

The currently blonde--because she would change her look every two to four months--girl liked to believe that whatever effort she put into the world, even if that is simply helping out people in need, volunteering, doing charity work, would make it a better place. And to save the world she had to wake up from really early because:

"Heroes don't wear capes. Just do everything in the will to pass the idea of change for the world to be a better place."

And:

"They have to use all the time they have. Every second matters!"

And so, Sana chose to do just that. Getting up the earliest her brain allowed her after a night full of studying for college. She was majoring in psychology and was almost at the end of her student trip at one of the best universities in Japan with pretty good grades. Her friends never understood how she did it, be out all day helping in whatever needs to be fixed and then acing her exams. To which Sana's response was:

"It's karma. Mother nature thanks me for my attempts. of saving her"

That's why she was now going out, after showering, getting dressed, and grabbing a fitness bar to munch on without forgetting to recycle the wrapper. With a bright smile she unlocked the lock on her bike and hopped on it, waving at her neighbour--a man in his sixties--and putting her backpack on.

Slowly cycling while enjoying the sun that had started to rise, Sana made her way to her usual morning destination. The coffee shop. The girl appreciated the shop and it's workers, everyone was nice, provided paper cups instead of plastic, and had good music.

Sana appreciated music and always looked into the newest songs and artists, trying to find the one that suits her style. Though it was harder than she thought. There wasn't a lot of diversity, she thought, only people screaming into mics about money and bying houses. So, she had to turn to other counties and cultures to get her everyday day dose of absolutely marvelous tunes.

The blonde had recently got sucked into the dark whole that is Korean Pop, something that her mutuals had already picked up on. Sana, however, didn't listen to those girly-girls or the overflowing-with-annoying-masculinity guys. She chose something more calming that leaned towards balads, though the girl had picked a different name for them;

The angels. The angels were the artists with soothing tones and beats that could travel her to what seemed to be heaven with their voices.

Heaven. Heaven for Sana was the calmest and most relaxing state of mind she would rarely get into as she was always so busy. Thankfully, there were a few artists that helped her get into that state and her favourite coffee shop was always a place where she would discover 'angles'. It was thanks to the shop's barista, Momo, the place always played tasteful music.