Enlightenment

"EVERYTHING HERE IN THIS POST BELONGS TO THE FICTION CATEGORY WHEN YOU ARE IN THE LIBRARY."
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I woke up in my tiny room in an amazingly cold morning.It was still very dark and the sun had not quite risen up yet.I pushed my window pane to the side,but only to be invited by a gale of harsh freezing wind.It was really brutally cold that profanities filled up inside my head unnoticeably,almost at an instant.

Crap.It hadn't been this cold lately.

I looked out onto the streets.Although I wasn't having my spectacles on,but thanks to the streetlights I was able to at least barely figure out the scenery outside.There's quite some light amount of snow piling on the side of the roads,brimming calmly under the streetlights.Although it's not quite the type of thing that you might call it pretty,but it's quite a rare scene over my region here.To me,if things have a low chance of occurring,then the moment they occur they will be beautiful.The sky was very clear,but there's no sign of any moonlight when I looked up around the horribly pitch dark sky.The dark mass above me couldn't even be called sky,because skies are supposed to be cerulean blue.Nothing seemed to be moving on the streets,and it was very dead quiet that I could hear my heavy breathing in the cold very clearly.

Upon finishing a short scenery appreciation,I jerked back into realism and abruptly decided to start my day.I had been really awoken much by the morning air that constantly struck against my emotionless face when I was looking outside.

In spite of the low temperature I refused to pull the window pane back to prevent the wind from coming in.I knew that I needed the fresh though freezing air.You can skip breakfast in the morning but you can never say no to the fresh oxygen that constantly keeps you awake and fresh in the morning.Plus,its cold,the refreshing effect thus amplifies,and out of foremost,its free,and abundant.

Anyway its not like I 'consume' morning air for breakfast.I still need the calories right when morning starts.Some people say that they don't take breakfast because either they have no appetite or no time.Well I understand their difficulties because I was one of them before too.Yes,I'm now a guy who eat breakfast in the morning(I know that sound a bit weird but its logically correct.You don't eat breakfast in the afternoon do you?I mean if you delay until then you might as well refer your breakfast to as lunch.However if you still want to call it breakfast by then,I wouldn't argue with you.It's fine in any way you call it but that's really what I think,in total honesty).As for the reason of why I do that,I will mention it when I have the time and brain juices to type so.

Eh I think I just broke the fourth-wall just now,but never mind,don't let that get to you.

But first thing first,I reached out to my spectacles and put them on.I can't do anything without them.I'm as good as blind if I am without it.I went straight into the bathroom to do my necessaries.

I emptied my bladder.(Short and sweet being it was really simple and nothing much to mention,and I don't think you would be interested to know in detail.)

I took up my toothbrush that I bought it just the night before in the convenient store and I had left it on the toothbrush rack.I had already opened the package and retrieved the toothbrush inside the previous night and it sits nicely throughout the night on the rack.I screwed open the toothpaste tube and applied some toothpaste on it.As an usual habit,I flatten the toothpaste on the toothbrush with the other hand which was not holding the toothbrush using the index finger,which was my right index finger in this case.As an another usual practice I opened the tap to allow some water to wet my toothbrush.But just when I reached out for the tap,I was yet once awaken by the negatively amazingly cooling sensation of the tap upon contact that somehow for unknown reason reached to my brain from my hand.

And now with my toothbrush ready with toothpaste and wet,I knew the instant I put it in my mouth,there will be another awakening of me.I put it in real fast,and the second I realize it was not as bad as I thought of.And so with ease I continued to brush.

After having all the foams coming up,right now I met up with another difficulty.I already knew that the water will be sucking the heat away from me the instant I rinse my mouth.Yet if I don't do so,I wouldn't be able to savour my breakfast,let alone going to school(no calories plus impractical look).

I plucked up my courage for the sake of my breakfast,reached out to the tap,opened,and plunged into the seemingly deadly water.In that instant I literally saw someone with a bright yellow ring on top of his head reaching his hand out to me while smiling innocently and welcoming.

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Now that I know the water today that flows out from the tap is inhumane, I shall do one thing before I wash up my face.I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle with the water from the tap around half full and placed it on the stove.I turned on the gas and lit up the flame and began boiling the water inside the kettle.I gave the water in the kettle a devilish smirk,thinking that I have won the battle.

While the water is getting hotter,I pleasantly looked at the kettle with eyes half closed and mouth smiling slightly opened.But at the same time I felt horrible with overnight sebum on my face as well.

10 minutes later small traces of steam began to float up from the kettle spout.It reminded me of how hot air from a chimney of a house in the winter rises.Right now this hot water in the kettle has two uses.One,to wash my face,two,for drinking purposes.So to accomplish for what I have not yet done 10 minutes earlier,I took a plastic washing bowl and filled it with a little of the water from the tap and mixed it with some of the hot water from the kettle.Mix well until the temperature is lukewarm...and yes I'm ready to wash my face after ten torturing minutes.I took off the wiping towel on the rack and drenched it with the water in the plastic bowl and began to wipe my face with the towel.The towel I was using was a plain white towel with light blue thin lining around the edge and I have been using it for quite few months.While wiping my face with the towel I did not forget to constantly smirking with satisfaction displayed on my face.

I repeated drenching and wiping several times to make sure my face is clean,squeezed the towel dry after rinsing it off the water form the tap and let it dry off the rack.I was very careful when I cleaned the towel with the water from the tap because simply,I don't wanna die the second time in the same morning.And now I'm done cleaning up,breakfast is up next.

You might be wondering why I don't seem so eager about bathing in the morning.It's not that I'm not going after hygiene but I really don't have the habit to do so in the morning,just like how some people wear socks after their pants.You can't just ask them to change out of sudden.Besides,the water is evil today.

Finally,time for breakfast.Back to the kitchen,I reached out to the fridge and opened it up.The fridge was just on the right side of the stove at the direction you are facing it.The fridge is slightly shorter than me in height,but much more broader.It has a piano white colour and smooth glossy texture.The lights shone off from the light bulbs in the lower fridge were initially giving me hope for something good in the fridge,but to my disappointment,there was nothing inside that is barely filling.A bottle of half-drank coke,a bar of newly opened butter,three Kinder Bueno chocolate sticks,a box of forty-two Ferrero Rocher chocolate with 39 intact,and an unopened glass bottle of Vodka.The bottle of coke was bought just a week ago and I hardly have time to drink it because I bought it on my way back to home just when I was thirsty,plus I'm not really a great fan for that drink.The bar of butter was bought some time ago when I wanted to try 'butter and bread' combo since the television show recommended it as a breakfast since its healthy,plus its cheap and it has all the calories you need for the day.But it tasted really plain and I really have a problem with plain stuffs so I rejected that plan.I also don't quite have a sweet tooth for chocolates.The chocolate sticks were bought when I was passing by the convenient store on the way back to home from school every school day and they had an offer of half the normal total price of six sticks when you bought half a dozen at a go,and the box of Ferrero Rocher were given to me as a prize after getting lucky-drew upon dropping the receipt of buying the six Kinder Breno into the drawing box with my telephone number at the back.I received the prize when they called me after the next day evening and that's when I was watching the television show that was talking about the breakfast with bread and butter.About that bottle of Vodka,it was given to me when I first came to this city by my parents last year since it was the first time I'm going to have independent living all by myself.They gave me that bottle of Vodka to somehow celebrate the first time I am living by myself.Although they asked me to have a drink when I turn 18 which is some time next year,I really think I would have no chance to drink it at all.Mainly because it's expensive,but other than that it's coz' I know how hard liquor taste like and I don't really like the taste.But anyway I know I should more or less take a sip or so once I turn eighteen for the incoming of my adulthood.

I got used to the life when I first came to this town fairly quickly,reason being my parents were always out overseas doing their work and career.My father is an archaeologist and a geographer,while my mother is a full-time lawyer.I had already learned the ropes of house chores since I was eight.That year they decided that I was big enough already to take care of myself,so they left me in the house while they had their worries to be taken care of.I understand they are busy with their work because of me,they wouldn't have money to support me if they were to abandon their job.But that's fine,I used to be a very introvert person and I am fine being alone.And because of the early training I was able to adept to the independent living lifestyle right now.Somehow,when I come to know that some of my classmates were struggling with independent life,I somewhat felt proud of my achievement.

However,one may imply that the mere thought of living alone is very tempting.Living alone isn't all that good.You get to do everything yourself,and you must accomplish that all by yourself.Washing clothes,fixing bulbs,making meals,waking up on your own,cutting yourself down so as to not to get tempted by items that are out of the list of necessities.That’s basically what growing up is about.

I lived in a small unit just in around the corner fifth floor up the stairs.The building is a bit old but it's enough for a student to live here.After you came in from the door,a small wooden shoe rack lies at the right low corner somewhere beside the door facing at you.Take a few steps and the bathroom is to your left.Ignoring the bathroom and continue onwards is the fairly large space called 'the space where the living room should be'.Because right here in this space,there is a bed in the front corner against the wall,and the kitchen with the stove and fridge are just on the left.A wooden wardrobe slightly higher then me in height was on the right.Right beside of the bed is also a laptop placed on a wooden table that took up around 1/14 of the total space.The walls and ceilings are painted white,while the floorings are of wooden materials,giving a somewhat high-class finishing.Despite the age of the building,the interior are still very taken care off.

Somehow after all that actions in the morning,the sky is turning just a little bit brownish.Seems like I couldn't get any decent breakfast if I don't step out of the house.With that,I closed back the fridge door.I reached out to the wardrobe and changed into my uniform.It was a plain polyester white long sleeves shirt with a long sleeves navy blue blazer made of cotton.Thanks to the blazer I was able to survive these harsh periods.The long pants was also made in a similar fashion and colour and material to match with the blazer outfit.On the left breast pocket of the blazer there pinned our school crest.I then carried on with socks with left foot first,then the right.The socks were just ordinary white socks made from 90% cotton and 10% polyester.Upon wearing it,I felt really warm and easy on my feet.You cannot imagine how much these socks saved my toes from the cold.Toes and fingers are the parts of your body where you suffer from cold the most.Mainly its because they are away from you body,and they are small in sized which gives a higher volume:surface area ratio and gives away heat more prominently than any parts of your body.I took up my leather bag and then went on to check that all electric,gas and water supply were off before I left for the day as an usual habit.Before I head on to opened the door,I felt a gush of cold air rushing in again.I almost forgotten that I had let the windows opened ever since I was awaken this morning.I pushed back the pane to close up the windows,and then opened the heavy oaken door that gives a squeaky creak.I unlocked the lock on the metal door gate that jolted really loud and disturbing that I stood there for a mere second in embarrassment after jumping a little.I gave the metal door a swing outwards and the joints squeak with a metallic tone.I retrieved the white canvas shoes that I wore every school day and put on with the left foot first,and then the right.Before leaving,I closed back the oaken door and locked the metal door gate after closing it.Somehow they didn't produced as much noise compared when I initially opened them this morning.

With everything done,I walked down the corridor to reach the stairs at the far end while passing all the other units on the same floor with their doors and windows closed intact.I thought in my mind why couldn't they leave their windows opened,and the answer came up to me when a harsh gale went past against me swiftly,as thought it was ignoring my existence.I walked down the stairs and took a left turn out on the road once I came down to the first floor.I began to slowly pace towards the direction to the convenient store,which is also the direction to my school.The convenient store will be where I get my breakfast for the day before I advance to school.On the way I was really disturbed by the stinging cold that constantly strikes me while I took every step forward.Despite that I did not give up and forget to savour the soothing scenery around the town.The streets appeared to be deadly silent still at that point of time,with heaps of pure white snow piling on the side.I seemed to be the only one alive in the whole town who is walking with eagerness in the cold to start the day with a warm-hearted breakfast,that hopefully not only warms my heart but my entire body as well.
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