A Day In Your Life
Wake up to the morning breeze, slowly touching your skin while you sit in your verandah with a warm cup of tea. Take a sip as the warmth freshens up your senses, while you seem to be prepared for the new day.
Walking out from your shower, you look through your wardrobe. Listen to each clothing out there as they remind you of the stories they hold in them. You smile remembering that one dress which you wore a thousand times and yet is your favourite, it might hold the most number of tales right?
As you pass along the busy lane, you are constantly humming one song which seems to live in you since you woke up that morning. You hun into its tune while your eyes wander to find stories in the faces that you see all along your way to work. For the writer in you, they are all snippets for the next story you will write. You wonder if it's the same for others. What exactly do people think about when they see others on their way, or do they think at all? Maybe they merely pass through them without a thought.
The day rolls off, letting you remember a few tales from those hours you spent outside home. You carry some moments from the day, to speak about them to your close person or simply to keep it along with you. However, you filter the tales you made that day and carry them home in little snippets.
The day worns you out , but the warm cup of coffee is enough to illuminate your face. You sit by the television , or maybe sit by the balcony with the book you have been reading for all these times. If you are all alone you might even end up calling a friend or speaking to people whom you rely on. The day rolls out while you head to bed.
The cold bedsheet makes you irk yet you let yourself fall free, while you doze off for another day that's waiting for you to make new stories all along...