AWAKING MYSELF UNPREPARED, irritatedly, partially firing, due to my sister’s, Bella, scream in either excitement, astonishment or bewilderment – choose one as I am much uncertain what reason it is for her to bawl at this very early morning. I act as if I am not disturbed by her decently voice calling out my name from the living room, assuredly. Or I think it comes from the main door.
Whatever she is up to this time, neither my feet are excited to know about it. I stay on the bed, stares at the ceiling, breathe at the cold mist of air in my room although all windows are shutting close tightly, feel the comfortableness of the pillow and bed that brought me back to my on-campus dormitory bed.
Remember Liam first thing in this morning, and try to imagine
