The sun rises in the sky; greeting its people on the surface. The canaries are chirping melodically as they sore the bright sky.
The thick curtains in my room was slightly open; welcoming the light as its seeps through the peek hole, reflecting off the mirror on my makeup table, then hitting my eye; tickling my eyelashes. I don't wake up. The light dances on my eyelids. Sizzling.
It was like a deep sleep; but the kind of sleep so good that I hate for it to be disrupted by anything. I blame my dreams. I feel my dreams getting better each night; I wish for it to become a reality in my boring life.Â
The door flings open. The loud noises from the corridors make its way to my room, giving my ears unwanted sounds. My alarm sets off on my bedside table, only making the matter worse by adding on to the obnoxious sounds ringing in my ear drums. I twitch in my sleep, I can't rest in these conditions. Next, I scowl. Mouth closed; but my teeth grits. I can't take it anymore. I jerk up; angrily. What only made it more unfavourable was a wide smirk on the person's face peering at me.
My sister, Ha-yeon, was leaning on my door frame, looking me up and down with that nasty grin. Her smirk drops. "You look awful." she said, as if she didn't look ten times worse in the morning. "Well, you look like this everyday, so, no surprise there." She moves her gaze to her nails, examining it.
If my annoyance wasn't bad enough, my sister comes to torment me; as she always does. I grip my sheets. Hard.
"Don't look at me like that, mom said I should wake you up." Her gaze never left her nails; it's like she could sense my irked expression without a look.
I shut my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.I take a deep breath to cool my raging mind. I notice that I am becoming more exasperated this days; which is not something I want to be an aspect of me. I face away, to my front. I wave my hand in a dismissive gesture. "Can you leave? I'll be out in a minute." I say. I released my nose. The weariness slows my eyes from opening.
She rolls her eyes and exits my room; slamming it as she walks away. I don't know if I need a vacation or a break from my sister. Ha-yeon is hella annoying all the time, but my older sister is thankfully the complete opposite. I'm glad mom had a peaceful one I can deal with.
Since I'm in no shape to go back to sleep, I have no choice but to get up and get my day started. My body betrays me; I can't even rest without feeling the slightest guilt in mind. They might possibly be calling me for something important, or maybe just something below that.
I stretch my arms wide and high; making a soft grunting sound. Arm stretches in broad daylight always hits differently I don't know the reason behind it. I struggle to get up without wobbling. It was difficult.Â
I staggered to my desk, and roughly sat down on my wheeling chair. My mom always tells me that giving myself a hard spin on the chair would wake me up, she never mentioned any consequences that come with it. Dizziness, vomiting, light headed. All those from twisting in my chair swiftly. I swore never to try her trick again.
A white notebook; with vibrant stickers on it, was set on the table.
My journal, an inanimate object is my safe place where I pour out all my feelings and thoughts, my struggles, my desire; and just everything I need to get off my chest without any comments piercing through my back wherever I go. I couldn't wait to scribble away on the blank page; waiting to be decorated with ink.