I want to be her.
She wakes up in a soft bed with sunlight shimmering through the white light curtains—the window overlooking trees with no traffic sound or city hustle. The bird chirps as an alarm. She takes a stretch and yawns out of bed. Her feet touch the wooden floor, and she finds pastel-coloured cotton slippers with a bunny-made design. Her hand stretches to find her bottle and empties it in her sweet time. She touches the floor with her hand, thanking the ground for bearing her weight. After the morning routine, she gets into workout clothes and does stretching, yoga, and sometimes workouts. Her window was open, allowing the wind to blow, refreshing the room. Her cat half-opened her eyes, peeping and giving her company. She then walks to a warm white-tone washroom with no stains that smells like pine and snow. The shelf is full of adequate hair and skin care products, through which her hands gracefully move as per routine. She bathes in the shower with gel scented with J’adore perfume. She walks in a blue bathrobe out of her shower to her walk-in closet and makes her outfit for the day. With all ready and her cat waking up, she made food for herself and filled the cat bowls. The time ticking in the background did not affect the world until it was time to leave for work. She travels for work on public transportation. The distance between these points gives her time to ponder her day. She writes her day's list on a small notepad and listens to music. Her work provides enough to enjoy her life and fulfil her desires. She greets her friends, who are technically colleagues. But with time, they have developed a strong bond. For lunch, she and her colleagues chatter away with food filling their stomachs. She leaves for work with the sun yet to set. She contently smiles to reach her home’s cosiness. Most days, she likes to stay in and enjoy the comforts of her home. She snuggles her cat, misses the fur ball, and meows.
The living room is coloured with lighter shades of brown, soft green, and white. The sofa had her cat-placed dent and a small coffee stain on the side from when she laughed while reading and drinking. Her current book is on the coffee table with a blue bookmark peeping between its pages. A TV set of decent quality lies on the opposite wall next to a bookshelf. Under the TV, her keyboard is on a stand. The room is big enough for her friends to sit and have a fun time. She settles on the floor, leaning on the sofa, with the cat on her lap and a book in her hands. The time passes by with every flutter of the page and meow of the cat until it is time for dinner. Some evenings, she is on the phone with people she can’t meet. Other evenings pass watching a new show or movie, while some rarely pass away in her mind. She works on the dinner, making herself a balanced dish on the counter and cleaning afterwards. After the sunset and warm yellow lights lighting her place. She works on her tasks. After this, she works on her skills and learns something new. Her thirst for development motivates her to be better and better. Her day ends with music played on her piano and her off-key soft singing. She snuggles into her soft bed after her night routine and drifts away to a dream with moonlight peeking through her white curtains.
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