Monday Morning

I wrote this piece of fiction for my friend as an assignment 3 years ago. The assignment is about describing things around the subject in detail. I hope you like it.

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The morning sun was coming through the window behind her, falling on the pink flowers of the hibiscus plant that sat on the sill. She was resting on a rocking wooden chair with a book in one hand and a coffee cup in another, sipping the coffee as she flips through the pages of her recent favourite novel. She wore a navy blue poplin sweatshirt over gray sweatpants, looking, at thirty-three, like the type of woman she’d once claimed she would never resemble.

After a while, when she finished her cup of coffee, she walked to the door to see how the weather is. It’s a warm, cloudless sky with sun shining in its brightest way possible. On mornings after a party, she becomes too lazy to wash her face, too eager to have a cup of coffee so that she could enjoy the peace in her house.

She made a sigh of satisfaction, welcoming the warm sun rays to touch her face and feet. After a moment, she stepped back, hands on her hips and made another sigh looking at her room which was messy from the party last night.

Her eyes scanned through the room. She found birthday caps scattered on the floor, balloons touching the roof, half-finished coke tins, empty champagne bottles, crunches of muffins on the plates, scented candles still burning. She is still amazed looking at the presents piled upon the cherry wood table from one end to the other.

Discarding all this clutter with a heavy sigh, she made her way through the kitchen and ate a piece of chicken out of the tray on the counter. For a few minutes, she was lost in her thoughts and then she spotted a crate of champagne resting on the edge of the counter. It was an extra one she bought just in case and found that all the bottles were unopened. She walked on the wooden floor which makes creaking sound with each step and put the crate in the refrigerator.

A bird came out of the wall clock making a cuckoo-sound; it was now 8:00 AM. She grabbed a towel to have a shower and get ready to face another Monday morning at her job.

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