It’s five hours past midnight but my mind keeps drifting into the deepest corners of my thoughts, weighing situations that are yet to see the light of day. For now, that’s my only indication that I still could think.
My ears could barely muffle the uneven drops of water from our leaking faucet, my distance from it doesn’t do anything in the slightest. Maybe later, after waking up from a decent rest, I’ll be annoyed enough to finally have it fixed. For now, it’s my only indication that I still could hear.
The darkness, I’ve always been fond of the darkness. Unpredictable, mysterious, and ever so comforting. But the tiniest hint of sunrise permeating through my window disturbs it. But it’s all right, because that’s the only indication that I still could see.
My mom, she must be awake. I know because the addictive aroma of brewed coffee finds my nasal passages. I’ve never been a fan of coffee, but somehow, the smell enthralls me. And it brings a slight tinge joy because it indicates that I still could smell.
The cold, it bothers my skin. Usually by this time, it’s already warm. Not unforgivingly so, but just enough to know that summer time is coming. The twilight showers must’ve brought them in. And I should cherish it. Because a few days from now, I’ll miss the cold. I should cherish it, because it indicates that I still could feel.
In retrospect, the things that usually annoyed, hurt, and unhinged me were the catalysts that made me unique. My surroundings affect me in every way. And I’m glad to know that the universe loved me enough to make me notice the most trivial things, and get affected by it. I’m human.