I stared at the pile of clothing on my bedroom floor. I had done it. I had done it.
I took a deep breath and exhaled, quickly snatching one of the shirts before crawling onto my bed, curling up into a ball, and closing my eyes.
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The next morning I woke up to find that I was still in the same position, except for having a blanket thrown over me to keep me warm. The sound of birds chirping outside along with cars honking in the distance told me that people were starting to go about their day.
I watched as the light started to trickle through the window's curtains, illuminating the room with a soft glow. Shaking myself awake, I yanked off my blanket and threw it aside before staring at myself in the mirror on my dresser, I brushed out all of my hair before tying it back into its usual high ponytail and letting out another sigh as I watched locks fall back.
Almost immediately, my thoughts drifted to the magnitude of work lying in wait in an ambush to strike. If I had the right to choose, I'll choose to pull my hair back and dive into my bedsheets for the rest of the day. Such privileges can only be made available to one of my high-class girlfriends whose parents hold high positions in the country and their children never have to work.
Resigning to my fate, I drag myself away from my mirror, grab my toothpaste and brush, and attempted to do something about my breathe. While my hands move up and down in harmony with the foamy paste, my brain sets to work tackling my writing schedules and how I would knock each task down with no remorse.
Wiping the last drop of foam off my lip with the tickling water, and turning off the tap, I walked down to my refrigerator hoping to find the remnant of food to start breakfast. I yank the fridge back in annoyance, as I realized it's as empty as my defeated spirit has been throughout that morning.
Using the last ray of motivation I had, I strolled down to my work desk, turn on the PC, and stare blankly at the screen hoping to get started on one of the tasks. Only to realize that I am about to run low on battery as the power supply hadn't been restored by PHCN, the previous night.
Can this day get any worst? I muttered to myself without hoping to get an answer. Instead of sulking around, I decided to make great use of the last battery percentage and edit an already existing draft and forward it to my client. I had to get this done without hitches because it's the only way I'll have breakfast today.
I hadn't realized my thoughts had drifted to the good old days when mum and dad often made food provisions. And how I had been taking all of that for granted. Sitting here and not knowing if my battery percentage will serve me well enough to get breakfast, and talk more of dinner, made me feel a rush of gratitude to my parents for being such lovely people.
I don't know if it's that action that brought grace to my doorstep because right after I got off my gratitude thoughts, I received a pop-up notification that's clearly going to change my life forever.
...... To be continued
