The sunlight forced its way into my eyes, I, who was still curled up in the blanket, tried to re-enter the subconscious while getting more comfortable. Interrupted by the silence, a whisper that tends to be loud disturbs my sleep, "Wake up and have breakfast quickly,". The voice succeed to wake me up and made me sit up with my eyes closed, but it didn't last long. Thanks to another whisper that works like a magic, my body back to lay down comfortably, hugging the bolster, "No need, holidays are the best days to spent time in bed!". That's right, this is the best way to spend the rest of the vacation that will soon be over.
Just as I was about to plunge into the dream world, another whisper entered my ear. "Your week won't be complete without Mami Risa's green bean porridge for breakfast." I gasped in surprise, remembering my favorite breakfast menu -which unfortunately is only open on Sunday mornings- will surely sell out soon. How could I forget an important ritual on this beautiful day! Immediately I jumped out of bed and changed into proper clothes for me to walk out of the house. While wearing a denim jacket, I looked at the brown clock that was above the study table, "Is it already 7?" I half shouted. Without thinking twice, I quickly grabbed my wallet and ran out of the house towards the blue cart that always stopped in front of the Cindera Loka Housing.
drap, drap, drap
As a superhero with strict costume that my cousin loves to watching - his jargon "Flash, Flash is so fast!"- I ran as fast as lightning even the housing people who recognized me didn't even get to say hello. "Berlin ordered one portion, mam" I said out of breath. "Wow, it's looks like you're being chased by a ghost, Berlin." Mami Risa joked, "No need to rush, today's special, Mami makes twice as much porridge as usual." she continued while opening the lid of the iron barrel full of my treasures. "The smell is really appetizing! I'll order 2 servings then." My words were greeted by Mami Risa's motherly laughter.
Her hands are proficient in preparing the food she sells, so that buyers do not have to queue and wait long to get their orders, even though Mami Risa's cart is always surrounded by buyers of all ages. After paying, I walked leisurely while enjoying the view of the trees and flower plants on the way home. "If only every morning looked like this." I muttered while taking a deep breath. Surely many people agree that Sunday mornings are very different from other mornings, even though the weather isn't as chill as today, Sunday is still the most beautiful day of the week, but that's without annoying distractions, huh.
On the way, I saw a pair of butterflies flying side by side, dropping from one flower to another. How can I, as a lover of beautiful things I can't help but catch it. "Come on, catch it, look at the flapping of those beautiful wings. Catch it and take a closer look." I walked slowly closer to the butterfly so as not to run away. "Don't, if you catch it later the wings won't be pretty anymore. They are fragile insects." My intention of reaching out to grab the insect was extinguished. To suppress my desire, I started walking fast so that I could get home faster and not be distracted by other things that were passing around me.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I got home, then immediately prepared all the equipment I needed for breakfast this morning. A meal is not complete without a spectacle. Therefore, I arranged bowls, spoons, and a full glass of water on the table in the tv room. Breakfast with my favorite menu on holidays accompanied by the cartoon show 'ChalkZone', its really is the right start to enjoy the holiday, this simple activity increases the level of happiness so that a my positive mood is carried through the day. After eating, I took my antipsychotic medication. It's medication for schizophrenia, which has become my regular meds for the past 2 years, then continued with my daily activities as usual.
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If earlier what I discussed was Sunday as the most beautiful day of the week, this time, more precisely an hour before entering the most terrible day of all time for 17 years of my life, Monday. Yes, think I'm exaggerating. Maybe for most people Monday is a tiring day, however for me it's not just that. Mondays are terrible days -actually every weekdays- but especially Mondays are even more terrible for me. Why? In every Monday, my sports class will be combined into three classes, which means Maudy, a woman who is a school bully, also her 5 bestie who are no less evil, will bother me to her heart's content during this lesson.
Tic-toc, tic-toc
These trembling eyes kept staring at the clock whose long needles continued to spin without stopping, sweat as big as corn kernels dripped down my forehead. I hate this feeling. My room feels stuffy and stuffy, the view was dark. For ordinary people, maybe what you hear in this room is only the sound of clockwork and the rest is silence, different from me who is special.