(Arata)
I woke up fresh the next day. The golden rays of the sun were peeking through my curtain, insisting for me to wake up.
My phone was pressed underneath me, I had slipped into a slumber right after sending that embarrassing voice note to Azul.
Snatching it out of underneath me, I tried to check the messages but found the battery had drained and the phone had switched off.
Throwing my blanket off, I lazily crawled out of my bed like a sloth. Sundays are supposed to be spent in bed, and that was exactly what I had planned, but I needed to charge my phone.
Plugging it into the charger, I hurried to the washroom for my morning routine but didn't bother changing my clothes.
Grabbing a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice I jumped back into the bed after grabbing a book.
The scent of the new pages invigorated my senses and I took a deep inhale as my fingers traced the paper.
The feeling of a good book in my hands always lifted my mood.
