1 Typical day of a loner

—Oct.20, 2019. Sunday. 12:52 pm—

Waking up, her eyes glued blankly through the ceiling for moments. Her quarter quite all a mess. Her mattress should be the worst of the rest, almost undefined. Pillows everywhere, bed-sheet clinging, and remains of food, and cans, and her sleeping pose that bring boys to shame(oops..).

Plus, the gloomy hue that bring about only sombre—many would not ever prefer to sleep in, except they wished to stimulate nightmares.

Her eyes shift restlessly sidewards by the brief ringing sound. Squinting at the alarm clock resting on the side table, her lips curved.

"I win"-she muttered. 'Guess competing with alarm clock was that challenging. How shallow.

[Perks of being alone number 1. No one bugs you to wake up early, to run errands, buy ice 2 pesos in Daday's store, or cook rice. Or disturbed by your parent's early quarrel.]

It's past noon, still no sign of sunlight peeking in. Instead, through the curtains hanging down, an elegant shade of blue showers her black room—litting until every corners dimly.

Not sitting up, she dropped her one arm onto the floor and finger the laptop—that must have flown during the sleep.

And as soon as the pulp of her longer fingers discover a flat roughened surface, she grabs and lift it over her matress. Then pressed open, and start recalling on what episode of She Was Pretty she last watched, yesternight—was she thought when the horrid truth was she slept past midnight, just earlier today.

[Perks of being alone 2. No one cuts your watching. You're free to watch. And in TV, you've no remote rival haha.]

She stopped recalling when the door suddenly opens.. by itself.

[One, I think, con of being alone. I almost never believed in ghosts or phenomenons surreal. But I'm afraid of them. Ironic, isn't it? Right, and.. I'M THE ONLY ONE IN MY HOME. I'm much aware of that. That's why, who—]

"Oh, Mas"-Sam called, sighing in immediate relief. How could i forgot this little guy? Mas gracefully jumps over her bed and curled in Sam's lap. "Meow"

"Yeah, you two-faced. You only visit me when you're dead craving tsk, why is that huh?"-sam, giggling, brushing his fur. "meow"

"What is it again? I think I left three bowls of milk last night. Your belly's already hanging Mas. Can't have mercy on yourself *snickers. Anyways, let's see what we have"-Sam ranted, standing up. [The only one who intrudes my watching and not feel true hate, is this two-faced bleached little guy.]

"And oh I'll teach you how to knock later. You nearly killed me"-says she to Mas. And stormed, finally, for centuries, out of her room. "meow"

As she tread slowly down a brief stair, Sam untangle off the part of blanket that clinged all the way to her hips—almost tripping her down to the bottom. See, her clumsy ability seemed congenital. Too bad a combination of clumsiness and loner. You'd injure yourself and care for it alone. Whilst, her cat on the lead.

1:19

Sam directly went for fridge. Opens it. And bwala. There's only empty cans, pieces of egg crusts. And a bottled water.

[What life.]-she thought.

[Meet me, Sam. Turning 21. A gamer. Not a boy, and surprisingly not a vampire. I lived alone, as per my goal. And this day is just a replay of my yesterdays. I don't even always know what day is today nor what is tomorrow. I sleep when I want and wake when I feel like it. Right, my life's an absolute definition of bore, matched with a perfect example of unhealthy lifestyle. And I didn't say I hate it. This is far better.]

She stomped up back her mini-room and dress up.

"You're very special you know that Mas?" -Sam uttered to Mas busy licking her calf.

"Not in my mood to go out. Certainly. But I be getting fish and milk. Just for you."-muttered her. Sam randomly picked a loose plain sleeve in her wardrobe, then paired it with black knee-short. Went for bathroom, wash her face, and do toothbrushing. All set.

1:35

Walking down again the stairs, Sam tied her hair into a bun. Then halted, when her hand's already by the door knob.

"Something wrong two-faced?" - Sam asked worriedly, turning to her cat, hoping he would reply, somehow. Following her was Mas, but noticed the little guy acting strange. Mas' fur were straightened to the ceiling, his front paws stretched forward. Her tail stiffed as a pillar. There is evidently, something wrong. Specially, his eyes. Her cat is eyeing Sam. Very, intently. Like at this moment, and whilst looked quite terrified. They were both looking at each other for moments. Of course, Sam's confusion is more as when you discovered Rizal had flings in 20 plus countries.

Breathing in deeply, "okay. Fine. Don't come. Stay here but better keep our house in check. Bye Mas"-Sam demanded and bid—almost sounded rush. Then run out of the house.

The tension was gravely. She felt it. Sam looked onto her hands. It can't even stop trembling, for unsure reason. It was as if her cat had seen.. She throw her thoughts, wagging her head.

This was the first time Mas did not catch up with her. [What's wrong with him? Did my face scared him that much? Should've checked in on my mirror for once. Tss how on earth I've felt insulted by my own cat. Buying him fish is slain in this piece of list. Tss..]

1:46

Unminding, and realize as Sam stepped out, the wind can't be any less heart-warming. But lifting her eyelids is something hard for this while. Sun's in its peak. She hid her face by one hand, then paced forth to the railings—where the wind whips her face and sleeve skyward, ten times stronger than before.

The smell of coffee from the houses below, the smells of laundry, of from bakeries.. are soothing. And foremost, the splendid view from her feet. Tall buildings, little people, vast sea, bright sky—so much it made her eyes teary, and so much it calmed her down.

[This is perks of being alone 3. A scene like this is rare for someone who chose to stay, up on a rooftop..]