Fade of Colours
Sunshine reaches me every morning; protruding into my room through the gap of the curtains. The ray was on my face as I was about to cover myself with the sheets. Guess it is the nature call for me to wake up starting by putting both of my leg on the floor. After I am done with bath and choose my wardrobe for today, I put on my shoes and walk to get myself a cup of coffee from my favourite deli.
I looked up and the cloudy weather seems to get dark in the far east; a sign of the rain that would pour down to the earth without giving a greet. Immediately, my hand grab the umbrella beside the door and walk swiftly to the gate. The creaking sound it made does irritate me but it was my fault whom always forget to buy the oil to be put on the joints. A mental note to self for the day one might say.
No more voice of yours to wake me up in the morning; that has been replaced by the sunray. No more the smell of morning breakfast; that I have to get or to make it myself. No more reminder from you every time I leave the house; that I have to depend on my sole memory. Things has changes to a way that I do not want to be apart of it no more.
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