The Teen LIFO

-------------------------------------------- Waking up because of the same dream and panting and breathing heavily, I looked at the clock on the side table. It barked the time 4:34 a. m. I banged my fist so hard on the table thinking "Again" and the universal rule of "every action has an equal and opposite reaction" acted , resulting in splashing of water from the jug and tripping of glass on the floor shattered to pieces and I whispered to myself "Wow, a damn good way to start your morning Zeesha". Irritated to the next level, I just uncovered the duvet so swiftly that it landed on me again, I pulled it down from over my head , leaving a mass of messy hair dangling down my forehead. I jumped down on the floor and guess what, the glass piece pricked my foot. I cried f**k and some other descent cuss words . I pulled out the glass piece and sighed "this is definitely not the definition of a good morning". I finally got away from the bed and the mess I left there. After the daily routine, I picked up the glass pieces , threw them in the dustbin and headed straight to the kitchen. I took a mug, poured in some coffee, sugar and water and started beating it and headed towards my location- THE TERRACE. Ascending the steps , I looked and looked at the breathtaking view that I would never miss even at the cost of my life as it was the most special memory . I looked at the most beautiful thing that could happen on earth- sunrise. The chirping birds added more to this aura. The rising sun was surrounded by tinges of orange and red . The cool breeze brushed my hair, cooled my face and calmed my mind. Looking at the sun made me feel ecstatic. It had two reasons , first it gave me a sense of accomplishment as I had an edge over the world who was busy sleeping and missing this splendid site everyday and second, it gave me relief as the most powerful ball of fire had to set the previous day but is rising again and giving its fullest. Thinking this, I looked at my injured foot that was still bleeding, not heavily but from long. I smiled and whispered, "Clearly it wasn't a good morning and that's the reason I owe myself a treat." I looked at the coffee that I had been beating and now had a perfect texture. I thought "today's gonna be a perfect treat and a perfect day". I headed to the kitchen, chopped lots of onions, a tomato and chillies and took out Maggie packets and cooked them paired with a mug of coffee. That's my kinda perfect treat. --------------------------------------------