My sleep is disturb by a buzzing clock.
I stand up slowly, not doing stretches, then goes to the table with food already served. The food's steaming indicating it's still hot, diverting my sight to the hot coffee. Looking at the heart design, they must've spent effort in doing this. Still I don't know what to feel.
Slowly, I take a sip from the cup.
The bitterness fills my tongue, as the warm substance travels through my throat down to my stomach. I put down the cup and stare until it turn cold. I pour it into the sink since it's cold already. There goes the inviting look of the food preparation. Still I don't have the appetite.
After I took a bath, I open the closet.
Picked up a simple v-neck white shirt, a denim jacket then a black ripped jeans with chains. I wear them together with my undergarments, comb my hair as I spray to look neat and gaze my reflection at the mirror. I made my way out of the house, a beautiful environment. Still I don't know where to go.
The school is empty.
Boys are on the field, girls on the covered court and children running over the streets. Men on the driveways flexing their wheels as women on the desks sitting in a swivel chair. Everyone has their place and here I am wandering, perturbed to where will my life be? Still I don't know what to do.
