Adonis

The uncomfortable sensation of lights prickling through my eyelids has awoken me from my dreamless sleep. Still refusing to open my eyes, I motion my right arm to check the other side of the bed. Feeling nothing but a cold spot, I sighed in disappointment.

I

Slowly, I open up my eyes. The prickling pain slowly subsides as my eyes adjusted to the light. Shifting my body weight to my pelvis, I gradually push my torso up. I place my feet down to feel the floor. I gave myself a little shiver to adjust myself to the cold marble. Groggily, I stood up and out of bed, making a beeline to the shower. A clothes trail could be seen in there. I turn on the cold water; letting it drum my back. It helps me to wake up all the part of my body that was still asleep. I take a bar of soap and quickly clean myself. Cursing; once in a while when the soap slipped off my fingers. After that I took some shampoo and applied it to my hair. Doing a quick massage on my scalp, I began to stare blankly at the wall tile, just to avoid my thoughts. I quickly rinse through my hair. Then I got out of the shower and began to dry myself. With a towel hanging on my hips I started to brush my teeth. Brush and Rinse. Brush and Rinse. Brush and Rinse. Thrice. I’ve always do it thrice. Due to a force of habit, I’ve always forget to take my clothes first. So I got out of the bathroom and calmly made my way to my drawer to fetch myself some clean clothes. Usually I always take anything on top. No matter how ugly it looks or how the colours clash.

am

I tried to remember all my orders as I make breakfast and coffee. After the sixth burned pancake I successfully made another eight. Feeling proud of myself I mentally pat myself in the back as I set the table. “Maple syrup, fork…and coffee” I whispered to myself.

leaving

So breakfast started. I began to fork my pancakes and quickly wolf it down. To prevent myself from choking, I use the coffee as a lubricant to ease the pancakes’ travel to my stomach.  Once breakfast is done, I wash up the plates and utensils. At last, my morning ritual is done. I made my way to my door and took out a random pair of shoes. As I was tying my shoe lace, a drip of water fell onto my right shoe. Confuse and panic, I search for the source of leak.

you....

To my surprise it wasn’t the wall or the ceiling that leak. And for some reason I couldn't stop it. It won’t stop. No matter how much I curse or swear or try to fix it, it just won’t stop. I know why it won’t stop but knowing doesn’t mean it’s the solution. Sometimes…it’s the reason.

Damn...

I can’t stop crying….

One sentence: A broken man trying to start his day normally but his emotions get the better of him.

Adonis flower means "painful recollection" thus this really suits the title.
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Lost and faraway from home-katie costello
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