This morning, I woke up before my alarm clock even went off. I felt my sweat trickling down my neck and it gave me shivers.
“Damn it,” I cursed to myself, and fumbled for the remote, usually placed on my bedside table. I pressed the button to turn the air conditioning on.
It was a humid morning as usual, and the fact that my air conditioner had decided to stop working entirely was not helping.
Opening my sleepy and reluctant eyes, I looked out the window. The sky was gray, again, and it looked like it was going to rain.
“Damn it,” I repeated.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen a clear, blue, sky. Lately, everything just seemed so bland, so grey, and so tiring.
I narrowed my eyes to look at the clock. I couldn’t make out the time. It could be six fifteen or it could be seven fifteen. If it was the former, I should be far away, drifting in my dreams. If it was the latter, I should have changed already, and should be eating cereal or white rice, what ever we had in the kitchen that morning, downstairs.
I opened my cell phone to look at the time. It was the latter.
“Damn it.” I said quietly to myself, again. My alarm had not rung.
At that moment, I probably should have jumped out of my bed and worn the first thing that I saw on the floor ―My room is a disaster―, but I didn’t feel like it.
Just yesterday, I had been late for school because I had overslept. My mom bailed me out by driving me to school, but all along the way, I had gotten a long lecture from my mom about ‘responsibility’.
I would definitely get another lecture if I don’t make it to school on time. ‘Hmm. Should I bother?’ I thought to myself and decided to let the future me decide.
I closed my willing eyes and drifted back into my dreams.