Outside The Window [1]

I stirred a few times throughout the night and when I decided to wake up, it was already 9:06. I didn’t have the best sleep but I felt fine.

“Yesterday was a fun night.” I thought to myself. I know the next thing I did was to reach for my phone but I couldn’t remember what I looked at. Maybe I checked my e-mails? Maybe I just looked at the time? Mornings are usually a blur (but not always).

(Rosa was in the bathroom at the time.)

I made my way to the kitchen and filled my bottle with tap water. “Need to drink more fluids today.” I thought to myself. I turned and faced the balcony.

(It’s a gloomy day.)

As I raise the blinds in Rosa’s small bedroom window, her x-ray scans slowly reveal themselves. She thought it was cool to stick them to the window so when the light shines through, those present would be able to see the skeletons of her hand.

(I remember the photo Rosa took when she first put them up. I smiled at the memory.)

My gaze moved up to the unfrosted section of the window and took in the scene through the mesh screen. As usual, a concrete wall with vertical grooves stared back at me. The only difference is that the color of the wall changes with the weather and today it looked a few shades darker than usual.

(Light and human perception. I was fascinated by that topic when I was an undergraduate.)

I picked up my book from the cabinet and snuggled into Rosa’s bed, only to realize it was too dark to read without the lights. I was too comfortable to move so I reached long for my phone (I left it on the table) and rested in an awkward position (I had my elbows on the carpet and my lower body on the bed).

Just then Rosa walked into the bedroom, looked at me and started laughing. I put my phone away, returned to a sitting position and giggled. Rosa jumped in and we snuggled under her warm covers and talked for a while.

(After that we had our spontaneous morning reading session in bed.)

Outside the window, the concrete wall with vertical grooves remained in the shadows of the clouds. Nothing interesting really, but I’m glad that wasn’t the case with the books we were reading.

Featured image: Lynnie Zulu‘s Hiding All Away

This here is my attempt at creative writing in 2017. I used to do this quite often and I’ve forgotten how enjoyable (and challenging) it is. There are no strict rules. I just write whatever comes to mind when I look at the prompt words kindly prepared by thinkwritten.com.

P.S. The characters may or may not be real.

Let me know what you think!

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In My Handheld Device

Just sharing a few visuals I’ve gathered over time…

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Andrea fixes my hair. NGV exhibition. Night market @ Ampang, KL. Random sightings in Brunswick.

 

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