Hangover

Waking up with a hangover, I stumbled out to get my water hoping that the headache won't set in too soon, or better yet that it doesn't happen at all. The Saturday sun seems milder than the weekdays' and the breeze is a nice touch. A whole Saturday with nothing to do, um... luxury.

After eating some chilli and watching a few episodes of Mad Man, I was fed and fed up. So I laid on the bed hoping that sleep could take me back to soberness, but the breeze kept me awake.

I walked over to the balcony and looked down as the cat stroke my legs with its soft hair. The park across the street looks calm, and the man who lives in a building across is washing the windows at his front door, the rest of the residents are not visible from where I'm standing. Maybe they are out, maybe they are looking back at me like I am with them, only secretly. Then another breeze, only this time there is a hint of jasmine and grass. I love summer. However, the lack of rustling cicadas or the cooing of quails seems odd, maybe they are also enjoying their Saturday leisure.