This morning is typically different than other morning but is the same around every year. I woke up like I always did and always hope around 6 in the morning and lay around on my bed wrapped around the comforter and scrolling through social media for like an hour. I called it mental preparation for a new day. I take a long sip of breath and listening to some lo-fi on YouTube that is head scratcher for me to figure out what’s going on in it. Of course its pleasurable to hear but not to understand.

I realized it passed 10 minutes after an hour of my preparation so I slowly crawl out of the bed prettily and grab the towel to put around my shoulder and walk to the big window with heavy thick curtain Beige coloured to contrast matched with the light blue of the room’s colour. Not cute but pretty pleasing. I slide the curtain half right and left equally to let the slight dim sunlight get into my room through the gigantic tree right in front of it. I saw a squirrel running away as we catch into each other eyes and bird chirping. And I realised the chirping came from my phone. The new message from Oh Sehun.

[My house, tonight, 8pm, no one’s home]

I put the phone away and walk out of the room, ignoring the message from Oh Sehun while not bothering to reply the message sooner than I will take a shower today. I smelled food from up here, knowing the greatest and the loyal our house assistant is cooking a breakfast. Mr. Kim is in his cheaper suit and flowery apron. His right hand answering a phone call immediately and his left hand is shoving the pan left and right. Mixing the egg altogether and never drop it. He yelled at the phone saying ‘I am making a breakfast now; you can be nagging about the last night Instagram post later!’. I figuring out, that was my mum that get that earful. I walked down t