I could feel the warmth of sunshine as the sun ray showered over my face. My eyes darted to the clock. It was nearly nine o’clock.
My head felt a little dizzy and I did not remember much what happened yesterday causing me to misplace my sense of time again. I hate when this happened.
My gut feeling told me today is an important day, more than anything else.
Moving from the bed, my body felt slight pain.
Morning air blew breezily into the room as I opened the window to an extent it no longer can be pushed.
The vacant chair was in need of someone to sit on, and I switched on my laptop and waited for the laptop to boot.
Looking through the window, I saw traffics, public, the law enforcement all were busy with their everyday routine and I could hear lots of unpleasant noises penetrated my head through the ears like a needle piercing through the skull.
These entire dilemmas made me missed the sound of birds singing, the smell of sweet lavender, the view of inspiring river and mountain in the countryside, where the pleasure of tranquillity can be reached.
“Ring…ring…ring…”
The sound of my alarm clock broke the silent.
It’s nine o’clock sharp.
Getting up off my chair, I switched off the alarm.
“Grrooorr”,
My stomach made a loud noise demanded to be filled, causing me to enter the kitchen right away.
Turning the kitchen tap hastily, water flowed with a sudden, hit the bottom of sink, splashed outward that the lower part of my shirt was wet. Water pouring into my hand, I gently swept my face and neck, allowing the freshness of each droplet absorbed through the skin of my face, I felt vigorous.
“What’s for breakfast?” I thought.
A bowl of cereal would certainly help me throughout the day, grabbing a box of Honey Flakes and shook it quickly. From the sound it made I could tell that there was not much cereal left in the box.
Opening the fridge door, I could see load of raw foods were inside the fridge but my eyes continue to search every inch inside the freeze box for milk.
“What, no milk?” I whispered to myself.
To prevent starvation getting worse, I had a slice of bread with butter and a glass of orange juice.
“Kring, kring, kring.”
The sound of the doorbell interrupted me having a pleasant breakfast.
The door was opened for my expected visitor, the hardworking and punctual postman who came to visit me at the exact time everyday.
“A package for you, sir” he said.
“Thank you.” I answered.
“A… Hey, do you know what day is today?” I asked kindly.
“Sorry, I’ve no idea,” he replied, walked away in a rush continue to deliver letters at the neighbourhood.
“Well, that helps.” I wondered sarcastically.
The weighty package, with no address of the sender printed on the envelope, puzzled me.
I returned to my room with the package firmly in my grasp.
“What?” I said in disbelieved.
The laptop screen was all in blue with a warning message asking to be shut. It was the well known Blue Screen of Death disease, effecting old and outdated computer.
It was not surprising that this happened to the laptop as it was an old piece of junk, I should’ve bought a new one.
The clock hands pointed to nine and six.
The chair was filled again, I started to wonder.
Trying to find back the lost memory and put the pieces together, felt like I fought a battle I already loss, knowing that my mind was playing with me seeing that my memory was not getting better that the ‘hole’ inside me was getting darker.
Snapping back to reality, with my eyes closed, I pulled out a random book from the shelves, hoped that it was a readable book. The odd of chose the only novel I have out of the other books really surprised me, as I randomly selected Kaleidoscope, a novel written by Danielle Steel which I have not finished read yet.
The brain just could not accept the words, undoubtedly since I could not understand a single word after read couple of the phrases, the mood was missing, causing me to return the book where it belongs.
The mysterious package, with my name and address written on it, I unwrapped carefully, made sure I did not tear or break whatever inside the package, only to find out that it was a book titled ‘Lost for Dummies’. Reading the book title, not knowing the sender, I sensed the curiosity inside me was growing.
“Tick, tick, tick.” The clock was ticking.
Every second pass swiftly while I wasted my time wandered in my own little world, searched for a light at the end of this illusion dark tunnel.
