It was 8:10 in the morning, and my phone was buzzing like crazy. I didn't feel like getting up, but I knew I had to. I sighed, untangling myself from blankets scattered on my bed. I just moved into my apartment a few days ago, and it felt weird to wake up to such a quite place. I missed the morning arguments my mom and dad would have over breakfast, and the screams of rage coming from my brother's room. I'd always sit in bed, laughing at how wack my family was, and still is.
I stretched my left arm to reach for my phone, and widened my eyes at all the missed calls I've received from my dad. I quickly sat up in bed, rubbing my head, and called him. He must be so worried about me. "Hello?" I asked. I could hear him sigh with relief from across the line.
"Ah, pumpkin! You scared me! I thought you were never going to pick up! Geez, your mother and I were getting worried. Are you okay over there, hun? Do you need mom to make you some soup or anything?" he frantically asked, question after question. I chuckled at how worried he is.
"I'm okay, dad, I promise. Nothing bad has happened yet. No, mom doesn't need to come over with food. I was going to head out to buy some furniture soon, and afterwards head to the store," I explained, making sure to calm his nerves down. He sighed, and I couldn't help but grin to myself.
"Alright then. If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, goes wrong, call me. I can't stand living in a world without my sunshine, agh!" He stated, drastically. It was now my turn to sigh. He's been worrying about me non-stop since I moved out.
"Dad!! Don't worry too much about me, I'm fine! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get on with my day. Bye dad, love you!" I stated, and hung up before he could say anything more. Sometimes I think he loves me a bit too much for my liking. "Well, better get on with the day I guess." I slipped out of bed, shuddering at the coldness, and headed towards my bathroom to get myself ready.
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(^^ outfit and hairstyle)
I stood in front of my full body mirror, studying my attire. I smiled at myself, loving my outfit and hair choice for today. I soon headed to the kitchen, grabbing myself a granola bar before heading out. Before locking the door, I checked to make sure I had my purse, wallet, keys and phone, being the forgetful person I am. I slipped into the front driver seat, shutting the door closed. "Alright, to Ikea I go~" I sang, giggling at my foolishness. I could never get over how childish I am.
8:42 AM, and I arrived at Ikea. I got up and out of my car, standing in front of the entrance. Opening up the calendar app on my phone, I checked to see if I had any other plans for today, to make sure I don't spend too much time here. I stashed it back into my purse before heading in, and went to go grab a cart.
I've always loved the kitchen, living room areas. It got me excited to decorate my own apartment. The thought of experimenting with different color combos and designs were always my favorite part of remodeling.
I walked around for a while, checking out the rooms I passed by, making mental notes on how they looked, and how the colors blended together so perfectly. I sighed, wondering if I'll ever be able to make my apartment look this nice and neat. "Y/N?"
