'Drowsy Passenger'�


The clock strikes to fifteen minutes after five. She heard the chime of her alarm clock, she ignored it. She'd loved to feel her back in the comfort of her soft mattress and in her warm bed. She'd almost went back to sleep when she'd remember how important her day was. She yawned, big enough that the flies can enter all the way down through her throat, straight to her stomach. She imagined," Well, its a free breakfast anyway if there's a flies coming in through my mouth", she smiled at the thought. She heard someone rattling the dishes in the kitchen, probably her mom. Her mother is an early riser, unlike her. She went straight to her bathroom, grabbed a towel and run the water. "Ahhhh?", she screamed.

"What happened?", her mother asked.
"Nothing", she answered.
"Then, why are you screaming?"
"Nothing mom, its just that the water is freezing cold", she said.

The cold made her screamed, especially if its freezing. "Come then in the kitchen, I prepare something before you go", her mom suggeted. She get dressed, wore her warmest clothes and put on a couple of socks. She hated the winter, she preferred spring or fall. It's a better season for her. Her mom poured her a glass of milk that she'd always declined.

"Mom, I'm drowsy enough to drink a milk", she uttered.
"I told you that milk is good for your health", her mom encountered. They always fought what she eat, she drink and she wear. She just like the other mom, she thought.

"At least a coffee, to make me awake".
"No coffee, the caffeine is strong enough for you age".
"Mom, I'm 25. When am I going to start drinking coffee, when I'm walking in crane?", she reason out.
"Shut up, and drink it".

They always argued in the morning. "Milk?, she thought. "What am I? A child?", she grumbled. They always discussed things that led to a hard and difficult discussion sometimes. If she would continue to set in front of her mom, she may be late for her appointment. She grabbed her white winter jacket and headed towards the door.

"I'm going", she said.
"You're not even eating the toast I prepare for you", her mom countered. Her mother is one of the 90% emotional person on earth, she remember.
"Mom, at least I drink the milk. I know it drives me more sleepy". She'd kissed her mom's cheek and headed out. She walked five minutes towards the bus stop. She had have five minutes to wait before the next bus. She waited, but five minutes is over. She waited again till 10 minutes. She was about to burst out when the picture of the bus was right in front of her eyes. "At last", she sighed.

She sat near the window and inclined her head before the window glass and hoping to sleep a little bit. She really wanna go back to bed. The feeling of sleepiness creeping in. Unfortunately, she just kept on yawning and yawning all the time but can't make a little nap. She just closed her eyes and listening to the people talking and the sound of the bus.

Thirty minutes later, the bus arrived in the subway station. She got up from her set as soon as the bus stopped. She was the first person headed towards the back door of the bus, she waited until the door will open. She pushed it, but nothing. She pushed again, no hope. She heard someone at his back,'� Go down". She didn't listened, she pushed the door again but it was futile. The voice from her back said,'� Go down, go down". It was not the thought that she wasn't listening, she just too dumb to understand what these people were saying unto her. She pushed and pushed and pushed. She was already embarrassed, until she heard the driver screaming and yelling, "step down on the step". She saw the front door open instead, so she went there and go straight to the train.

On her way to the train, she was trying to analyze why the door didn't open. She remember the big word in front of the door saying, "To open the door, one step down".

She felt embarrassed and totally in shame. "Who cares?, she just said to herself.

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